Just ranting

So all this is about is ranting. Loosely related to sex but not really.
Gary Staton, 37 left nine kids at a hospital. I really don’t understand how he got a 17 year old to actually go along with it but he did. And now, the formerly overwhelmed “father” has donated half the DNA needed to make two more children. http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,529597,00.html?test=latestnews
How?
Who is this Gail who got pregnant by this man? Seriously? Why would you have sex with a man who abandoned? I don’t mean be friends? I really don’t understand that either. I mean seriously, who wants to be friends with a dead beat? That is what he is. He is a DEADBEAT.
But apparently he has changed. Now that family members, who I would believe he did know before he dropped his kids off, are feeding, clothing and taking care of his kids.
The story says that he is seeing his kids. Is he feeding his kids? Is his caring for them?
Now he is adding to it. I am not letting Gail off the hook either. They both did this. But why would you even talk to someone who abandons children?
Why did he have nine kids to begin with? He obviously couldn’t take care of these children.
Why does he still have the ability to have children? Why didn’t he do the responsible thing and get a vasectomy?
I think the answer to all of this is he doesn’t blame himself. If you read the above article from FOX news, no one blames him. No one. Not his kids. Not the in laws who are doing his job. No one.
I hope that Gail’s family takes note of this.
And where are the Christians? Christians love babies but don’t seem as attached to kids. If they were, where are / were they for these kid nine kids?
You know, I love sex. I feel that everyone should enjoy it. But not if it is going to have consequences for you or the ones you love. If you can’t take care of the kids you have, you shouldn’t be having more. I am not saying that everyone should do as I say, although, that would make the world a much better place. But why should I have to take care of your kids, in any way. We have public schools. Looks like soon we will have public health care. I understand the benefits. But still, it honestly pisses me off that I have to take care of other people in any way.
I understand that these kids don’t live in my state. They have been taken in by relatives, which is where they should have been to begin with. But will these next two end up there too? I hope not. But history is not on their side.

Melissa Rycroft is engaged, four months after being outraged that the fiancée dropped her. Where is the outrage? Where is the Bachelor dude? Why isn’t he outraged now? Doesn’t he have the right? Was she sleeping with him while she was supposed to be falling in love in Seattle?
All these dating shows are just not fair. There should be more than just one guy and twenty girls. There should be more even numbers. And they should have to pick each other. Then, these shows would have more of a realistic feel to them.
But really, all these shows should be on the Playboy or Spice channel. They should be forced to have sex to ensure compatibility. I have heard that it happens from time to time on The Real World and Big Brother- especially on the versions from other countries. I think that the ratings would be through the roof. By the way, I have that thought patented.
One more thing, soul mates, sex and marriage. Seriously, what is the deal? This is in response to Governor Sanford. He doesn’t like or love his wife? Seriously? And what exactly is a soul mate? I am just ranting now. But what the blood clot.
I love sex. Love it. But it seems that it is making people do some extremely crazy things here lately. And I don’t like when people use the issue in the wrong way.
Sex should be for fun and enjoyment and making people’s life’s better. I am sure Mrs. Sanford feels bad. But I doubt that the Governor even knows what soul mates are. Because why would you sleep with a soul mate? He needed a new sex mate.
We are finding out that reality now that the news that he was having inappropriate relations with women for years now. Sounds like he was kissing and feeling women up. Which is not very soul mate of him, huh?
First, Sanford should try and not handle this in the public. Neither should Rycroft. And Staton should get a vasectomy. And the rest of the world should listen to me on all matters of sex. I think that is a good idea. Yeah, I can’t give that one up. What do you think?
Seriously, I am totally off track, upset and barely making sense. Ranting and out of control but that is not new. And I have a warped sense of right and wrong. My libertine ways would definitely redefine all marriages. And no one wants that because I doubt anyone could deal with that type of happiness.
My libertine ways would alleviate the conservative guilt that is there. As well as alleviate people of this sense of ownership over others. I am sure that Mrs. Sanford feels bad since her husband goes out either looking for or getting strange wherever. But if she realized that him coming home to her, when he feels like it seems, is better for her then being alone. And I bet she would be content. Seeing as how she probably doesn’t give him “enough” sex. Why not let him get his happy on?
But I am intrigued as to way people do the things that they do. Or why. Or are they just not paying attention at all? I am not sure what the truth is. But I wish I could skip the stories when I see them. I just can’t. They are just so tempting. And then I get upset. And then I start typing. And now you are reading my ranting. Well I can’t rant more. This is random thoughts but I had to type out some of it. I hope that you weren’t bored.

Keep it Kinky

My happiness is still out there

I have had some pretty bad relationships here of late. [Mind you, this is all in perspective. No one has hit me or rape me or anything life changing like that. This is really just whining because, I could have it a lot worse.] They have caused me to believe I am an emotional cripple at best. I am not putting my full self into any relationship. This does not bode well for my future. I am probably just going to continue to lose women, good or bad. But maybe that is my fate. And you know what, I will be fighting fate.
First there is my ex. She talked about being done and ready to move on. But, she didn’t file for divorce. I did. This was months after she was done. And after saying she was ready to move on, she made wild accusations and stories against me to anyone who would listen, my work, the state, the judge, anyone. How if she moved on?
I could go on. But what is the point? I am going to move on though.
Then there is a woman I tried to date. Big mistake. I tried to be friends with benefits which would have been truly beneficial because she has another person she is involved with who is not available right now. But she didn’t trust me at all. Not for a second. Then tried to say, despite having no trust, we should be together.
First it was for the doctor, which I found legitimate. Then my ex got in touch with. Then my ex got in touch with her again, two weeks later, ex really moved on huh? I know classy. I am not sure the last three times why she asked. Can you see a pattern? Lots of trust there. Lots to build on.
I am not the type of person to get questioned and still feel good about things. The first time, I answered and she didn’t get back to me for a while, but I played the spot. The second time, I was mad at my ex. The last four times, I was mad at her. And I was done that third time.
Now understand something. We never met one another outside of whatever home I was staying in. She came over, we spent time, and she left. Never even went on anything like a date or the movies or nothing. Is that someone you would fall for?
I wasn’t ashamed. I wasn’t afraid. But her involvement was supposed to be long term beyond our friendship. I tried to play within those rules. But she wanted to changes the rules part way through.
I got fed up with being constantly questioned about my “faithfulness”[I wasn't faithful, I did tell her about the people I was with. When you are with someone who is involved, that is about as faithful as I can manage]. I tried to tell her the deal but to no avail. I didn’t belong to her and generally didn’t want to. But, she wanted to believe that I was just cold hearted, which really I am; to believe I am a liar, which I am not, and believe I am a bastard, which is an insult to my parents.
Now, a month after I asked her politely not to contact me because her end of the contact had become attacks. Well today she sent me a bunch of pictures of what women had done to things [cars, boats, and other objects] of cheating husbands. Classy. Yeah that is something you send to your friend, right after you have stabbed them directly in their back I believe. She is a classic cyber stalker. Apparently she thinks I am a teenage girl on MySpace. Her games are trite and I am not going to respond directly. Despite the fact that I am whining about them here.
Then there is another woman I was involved with. We may stay friends. The reason I say may is; our friendship is very complicated. I want nothing but the best for her life and she reciprocates in spades. She is a true friend and I am trying to be one for her too. While we both care for each other like a real friend should. There are, as there always are, other people to consider. And that will probably get in the way.
First and foremost is her man. He is intimidated by me, I think but I can’t ever be sure because we have never had a conversation and I doubt we ever will. I know why, because I and she have a bond.
So he, like my ex wife, has started making up stories about me. Once again, classy. Some of the stories are, in concept, the same things that my ex came up with. That I am an abuser. But they are so far fetched that it breaks down before you can even ask a question. He, like my classy ex, has not a shred of evidence. I was not even in the correct state to have perpetrated these acts. This is desperate. He has her so he doesn’t have to attack me. Desperate.
Now he says I am calling him names. I ma not sure what will be next but I am sure something is on the way.
I am so through with his pettiness. I feel like “Clueless girls”; “Whatever”. I am sure he will continue on. I have no control over him, nor do I want any. When he wakes up and realizes, he has a lot more control over himself then he does me, he will be a lot happier. But it is just beyond me how these things continue to happen.
He really is just demonstrating maximum bitchassness [Diddy let’s me use this word.] As well as maximum jackassery [That is something I made up. I am going to send it to Diddy. He will make it hot.] He has two kids he should be worried about, at least because there may be more. He has debts he should be paying. He should be getting a job. He has knobs to slobber. If he was ‘about his business’ and not in mine, I wouldn’t even be a threat at all. But he is just as blind as the other two I described above. None of the three know what the real problem is.
You know why? No goals.
I have put in earlier post, some things I want to do. Goals. Are they nasty and disgusting? Hell Yeah. But you know what, that is me.
If your goal in life is to tear me down, good luck. Because I could be happy working at McDonald’s taking people orders. Hell, I will mop the floors. I don’t need things. But there are things I want.
And to get the things I want, I can’t let bitchassness get in my way. I got to step past that. So while I care for my friend, soon, I may have to step past her because I can’t have the bitchassness weighing me down. And if I let her go, he falls too. That might be the solution I just hope it doesn’t come to that.
I seriously just want to find one woman who I can happy with. We shut ourselves off in a cave and live together. Frak the whole rest of the world.
Or maybe we volunteer for the Mars mission. We get to be together for the next five years in space. Frak the rest of the world. And hope the Cylons don’t attack. [Yes I am BSG fanatic from the original series. Frak yourself if you don’t like it.]
I know my ex had a goal; it was just counter to mine. So, we had to split. The woman I dated, her goals where constantly focused on other people. But, if those other people have different goals, like I do, then you are always going to fail. And the last woman does and doesn’t have goals. I know it is complicated but that is why “WE” are so complicated. And the guy she is with, he says he has goals and conveniently forgets them when it is convenient for him. Like when it is time to work and skip the bitchassness, now the goals change. How strange.
In the end, in my own way, I will always care for all these women. My ex girlfriend before my wife, as a fourth woman, I cared so much about her. But, I need to have control and so did she. I wanted 60% controlling interest and she wanted 70%. This obviously won’t work.
I know that she is married now. And the last I heard from her, she was happy. And honestly, that is just fine with me. I can love someone and know that they are happy with someone else, and be perfectly satisfied with that.
If I knew that I had to be alone so that others could be happy, I would be fine being alone. Like Caine on Kung Fu, I will walk the Earth if I am told to do so.
But, I do want more. I do want to be with someone. I want one woman. Is that too much to ask for? It might be.