So Election Day has arrived and I can only hope that Romney, who hates both women and gays, doesn’t get elected. Most guys are gay. I honestly believe that without a doubt, only most of these gay guys would never dare sleep with another man. Still, if you’re that sexist that you want to control women and see that they don’t have a full bag of rights, doesn’t that mean you not only hate women but that you’re gay as well? Just because a man may not entertain fantasies and thoughts of sleeping with another man doesn’t make him any less gay if he hates women that much. But again, most guys would never admit it, no matter how liberal this country may become if they liked guys in that way. Why else would so many guys favor men if they weren’t gay??? Well, because they ARE gay. They just choose to remain in the closet. Not saying every gay guy or lesbian hates the opposite gender. But hate for the opposite gender IS usually a sign of homosexuality, like it or not. I’m pretty sexist myself, and although Tom may be one of the very few exceptions, I prefer the company of women to men any day. I have shamelessly slept with women and would probably still be doing it if I hadn’t met Tom or some other guy I considered an exception to my usual rule. Why? Because I favor women over men, duh!

So don’t be fooled by the guys who are reluctant to hire women; those are true gays at heart. Just don’t expect them to admit it or to catch them with another guy.

I don’t want any more “gay” presidents who aren’t openly gay yet still accepting of women, so let’s hope America’s obsession with minorities beats the gay guy. The wrong kind of gay guy, that is. He’s not going to openly call us “cunts” and “bitches” but he sure is going to try to control our bodies the first chance he gets, and the openly gay folks can forget about obtaining any more rights because they are what guys like Romney are afraid to admit they also are. Romney CHOSE to pretend he was straight and no one should have to suffer because he didn’t have the balls to be who he was.

And what is it with so many women using their kids as an excuse to stay with abusive men? Shouldn’t that make you more determined to escape? Even if you had to shoot the bastard and no one believed it was self-defense, at least you could know your kids were safe while you were sitting in jail.

Hope I won’t jinx myself in saying so but it’s been weeks since Molly’s been around. Something must be going on with her or maybe she broke her laptop. Her parents aren’t going to be able to afford to keep her in that place forever, though, so sooner or later I would think she’d be back home with way too much time on her hands and a pair of deaf, dumb and blind enabling parents who think she’s “changed.”

As for Kim, I know her habits. She’ll be back on Ask sooner or later. Every week or two she comes around. Meanwhile, I’m sure she’s reading my journal every day.

Just ate more than I’ve eaten at once in weeks. I needed to actually feel full for once and was sick of being hungry so much of the time. The Special K diet may always work so long as you stick to it, but lately I’ve been hungrier and less regular. My body’s building up a tolerance to all the fiber.

Again I’m torn between eating within my comfort zone of about 1500 calories a day, even if it means resuming the slow steady gain I was doing before, but maybe I’ll just use this diet as a maintainer since I’m certainly not going to lose any more on it. I cheat too much for it to work that effectively, especially before periods.

Here goes round #3 of the fucking motorcycle and it’s not even noon yet.

They changed today’s temp from 79° to 78° to 80°. Friday we’re on for a high of only 50° and a low just above freezing. Again, I just wish it would rain more during the daytime and not mostly at night, as that would keep the Jes pest indoors and off the motorcycle. Where the hell has this little cock got to go so often anyway? He doesn’t work, so where is he going? When Tom was out of work we sometimes didn’t go out for days.

Had a dream last night about moving, but it made no sense so I can’t see it as a sign of any kind. Especially since Tom seemed to be a few years younger. The plan was to rent a place till we could get into an adult community in Florida. Well, in the dream we moved to New England. Nothing we’d ever do at any age. If someone wants to give us a quiet place that’s 100% free, fine, we’ll move anywhere. But that’s not going to happen.

In the dream, we rented a house at the end of a dead-end. I stood in the street by myself facing our place. It was daytime and there was about half a foot of snow. There were houses and possibly apartments or condos behind me and to my right. I don’t know what was behind our place, though something seemed to be immediately to the left of it. I looked around and didn’t see or hear a soul. I pictured the place in the summertime and knew it wouldn’t be as peaceful as it was at the moment.

A split second later it was nighttime and I was inside the house waiting for Tom. I thought of whether or not we should remain in New England or head south. I knew my sister would be happy if we stayed there, but I hated the cold and snow. I also wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with the chaos that the warmer weather of the south would bring till we could get into an adult community. As I unpacked our boxes, torn between the two places, I giggled to myself as I thought of letting my blog followers wonder for a while where we’d gone – north, south, back out west…

This rat is such a huge disappointment. Never had one this shy. He won’t even come to me. Hell, he doesn’t even want to come out of his cage. Since when is a rat devoid of curiosity and the desire to explore? He’s a fucktard. If the roommate we plan to get him doesn’t help, I’m returning him to the store even if they won’t refund our money or give us store credit.