I thought I should dash off a stirring salute to you all as we ring down the year. I’ve been on a lengthy vacation at the end of 2007 that’s been positively fab. Sucking up politics, too many sweets and an actual deep and abiding enjoyment of this particular holiday season has been akin to floating on a stream on a warm summer day, although you suspect an 18th century Huron warrior is lurking behind a tree waiting to open up a gaping, sucking chest wound in you with a blast from a Brown Bess musket. Such is the nature of my equanimity of soul, I suspect Magua is out there somewhere, ready to cut out my heart and hold it aloft.
In my guise as marketing guru to the Southwest, I’m hitting the road next month to help another wing of the company launch a sister operation to my little advertising agency. An isle of creative chaos within the corporate bean counter world of p&l and endless reports on everything from sales to bowel movement flow charts.
It was bringing me in the vicinity of Stacy, my domme-in-a-thong, who I’ve written of with a for real lust that few other people have ever matched. She’s cute and curvy but her best asset is a wickedly sharp mind and instinctive feel for things freaky. We’re My Space friends so I checked to see if she’d join me. Now she had officially retired a while back but in my sexual addiction I’ve always applied the rule of sales….just keep asking for what you want, in endlessly inventive and charming albeit bulldog determined ways.
A little back and forth and she confirmed her retirement. She’s met a guy who seems like a very decent guy in their photos. And she’s happy. God bless her. She asked me if I’d read her blog on the death of Benazir Bhutto on her My Space page and I had. She’s a lefty and I admire her commitment and I keep up with her musings.
I would link you to it but I feel compelled to respect her privacy. However I will share it. It comes from a lady with a lovely, compassionate heart writing about a lady with a lovely, warrior’s heart.
Today I was nauseous and depressed. I was yesterday too. I got a phone call with a mistake on my account at Cox from when I had the miscarriage and had to make a couple of calls and deal with that. Which made me cry my eyes out and call in sick because I couln’t deal with reality and thought the world as we know it was falling apart.
So I cried myself back to sleep, not knowing that the world as we know it really did fall apart at that aproximate time. My hero, Benazir Bhutto, was shot in Pakistan today.
I know that you may not know who she is, so I’ll tell you that she was the former Prime Minister of Pakistan and a leader in the opposition party. She was one of our best allies against the Taliban and Al-Queda.
I don’t know what this means for the world, all I know is that I felt this physically.
My hope now is that she be reincarnated into this world to finish her work to free oppressed people.
Peace to us all, my brothers and sisters…
