No Wonder Men Still Come Sniffing Round Despite My Advanced Age

. . . and Other Tidbits Curated from Around the Webisphere

I generated this picture with a digital art program. I don’t look like the female here (except for my hair once every 3 years, by accident). A child of the sixties, I tweezed my brows into pencil-thin obscurity, et cetera.

I turned 69 in October. I’m not beautiful. Never was. I once asked a boyfriend, Jimmy, a stone mason with BIG hands, what he thought my best feature was.

He broke it to me enthusiastically, in a nanosecond: “Your intelligence!”

Uh, OK. I was hoping to hear something nice about my slim-ish legs and the coveted space between them in the V area.

So you can see why it baffles me that men continue to sniff around. I’m still not pretty AND now I’m old, too. When a man is giving me “the look” and “the wink,” I do what any self-respecting Scorpio-rising person would do: I turn around to see who is standing behind me.

I’ve been celibate for so long—and by choice—that I thought for sure the entrance to my personal Magic Kingdom would have sealed off by now. But it hasn’t. Maybe things have regrown in the inner sanctum, but I wouldn’t know.

I almost gave the booty up again in 2015, to a Capricorn guy. There’s an undeniable attraction between Capricorn and Libra sun signs. It’s that zodiacal 90-degree pull. Several considerations caused me to back away. A Capricorn person can be a know-it-all. This guy, I’ll call him Ponytail, was not like Capricorn RFK Jr., for instance, who when he imparts information is clearly doing so for the listeners’ or readers’ edification and benefit, not to be an officious prig, stroke his ego, or morph into your daddy.

It’s a good thing Ponytail was all three of the latter, as it turned me off completely. Like, omg, how did I survive for 60 years until you showed up? Turns out Ponytail had herpes and wasn’t going to tell me. I guess if I were to ask a new Jimmy the same question, he’d say my best feature is my spidey sense of discernment.

But, thanks to Dr. Joe Dispenza, mystery solved. It’s because of my tendency to be quiet (in mixed company, not with friends, who probably wish they could shut me up) and to intently take in my surroundings. Some call it “resting bitch face.” But it’s something else.

I have coherence!

Who knew that Jimmy Dearest (RIP too soon) was on to something! The best feature isn’t always physical. Dr. Dispenza can ʼsplain it better than I can:

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I have never had the flu or willingly taken a flu shot. One was forced on me after I’d just gotten out of the hospital after not croaking (by some miracle) from an acute saddle pulmonary embolism. I hadn’t seen a doctor, no need to, in 10 years but needed to get a GP so that I could go to the blood-clot clinic for post-hosp care. I think either because I cried so hard, being vulnerable with no one close to me in the wilderness and now being blackmailed by a douchebag of a “doctor,” the nurse gave me a saline placebo OR I take so much vitamin D3 and liposomal C and even a drop of iodine a day, that I didn’t even get the fluey symptoms people speak about after indulging in the yearly useless shot.

Something to know if you took the bioweapon: Get the batch number of your particular shot or have handy the ZIP code of the place where you got the shot and look up whether you got a placebo. If you did not, you can see which side effects have been reported for your particular injection—and if you survive, be stupid no more! Stop trusting people, news outlets, and others who haven’t been trustworthy in ages! How Bad Is My Batch?

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Playing 3D Chess in Waterways.

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The Eastman Dilemma 🔴⚪🔵 Time to exonerate attorney John Eastman.

Twatter took down this tweet of Trump’s in real time on 1/6/21 and closed his account so as not to release actual FACTS. I was watching from about 4 different cameras that were streaming on YT. The fake MAGA FBI plants in the crowd were obvious for a variety of reasons.

Methylene Blue—Who Knew?

If you’re of African, Middle Eastern, or Mediterranean descent or a male (real one with XY chromosomes), FIRST CHECK TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T HAVE A G6 PD DEFICIENCY. —> I’m NOT a doctor! ←