Cishet male. In no way do I mean offense or have I tried to take advantage of lower functioning individuals, that’s just sick. Best I can figure, I’m a typical. Maybe I’m a little crazy; but who isn’t.
During a discussion about my son’s neurodivergency, I realized I have a ‘type’ of woman. (Son is technically stepson, but he’s my boy.) I tend to be attracted to high functioning women that are on the spectrum.
I’ve been in four relationships with divergent women, three serious and two extended friends with benefits. I’ve been in two serious relationships with typical women. Many flings with typical women. Figure that’s pretty statistically unlikely.
In my experience, divergent women tend to have a refreshing openness in communication. Painfully honest. Direct. They have some weird stuff that can be alternately cute and irritating. When sleeping they either don’t like to snuggle or like being an octopus. (My preference is octopus but my wife only tolerates some side contact.) They like to discuss instead of argue. Sexually adventurous and willing to work for satisfaction. They prefer precision in statements. I find myself writing in an extended way that I don’t engage in with other people and try and pay attention to grammar and punctuation. Pretty sure this doesn’t apply to all women on the spectrum, just my ‘type’.
I dunno, just a strange realization, especially at this stage of life. It’s not a fetish, just something that has occurred.
Hell yeah. Yesterday, last night, pulled a 20 hour marathon cleaning out the old house and loading the truck with the last load.
Bought a '98 box truck as it was a lot cheaper than renting a Uhaul 5 times. We’ve had three or four breakdowns. I assumed we would be breaking down so I carry a bunch of tooling so I can fix it on the road.
Currently broke down in Kentucky again with a hole in the exhaust. Had to cut the cat out because it got clogged. My bean can and exhaust tape solution has mostly been working. I’ve got a bad gap that keeps blowing out. Super 8 is going to love it when I crank a generator in the parking lot and fab a patch out of a baking pan tomorrow. Ball peen hammer, sawzall, Dremel and dikes.
My arc welder is in Pennsylvania or this already would have been fixed.
Anyhow, I’m sore as hell, the good kind of exhausted and about to get some deep sleep.
I don’t really plan on working out. I plan on just plain working all the time. Seems to work better for me. Cultivate that farmer muscle. Those guys live forever, but if they ever stop working, they die.
My UC is cured cause they took my whole colon out. No small intestine involvement. My immune system still hates me, I get inflammation, allergies, had iritis a few times. I drink Reishi tea and it seems to help. Can’t take steroids anymore, get adrenal crash and it takes me months to taper off. Had way too many steroids over the years.
The new place has a much lower pollen and allergen load and a real winter, I’m hoping it does a lot for my health.
I assume I’m going to get arthritis pretty bad eventually, guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
What makes you hurt so bad?
You in PA now? From KY -> PA? I will say 10/10 PA is the most southern northern state =P! I lived in W PA for a couple of years back in the day. It’s for sure why I hate the living shit out of The Amish now a days. Cause they saw my girlfriend and I (both mixed) as some sort of real life demons and actually ran from us. Like, RAN, ran! Freakin’ assholes, the whole lot. They got puppy mills too, they’re total scumshits. Yeah, whenever my gal and I move it’s a car move. Solo? A bag move. Keeping it as cheap and as simple as possible is my motto. Sounds like you got a lemon, but to be honest all used cars right now are lemons. Because the prices are higher than suck-shit and everyone is driving their cars until their breaking point. But older vehicles are way easier to fix, and if you’ve got the know how and the skills you can for sure make due.
Ah, so they really took the whole damn thing. Well if you’re set, you’re set hahahaha! Like I said I’ve only even known two folks in my life before you with it but while they got bits cut out they never took the whole thing. I don’t know too much about steroids other than they can be a miracle worker when needed. I’m glad you figured out what you need to keep things together though. By the by, there’s ALWAayyyssss some fire you’ve gotta put out on a farm. You’ll be fine with finding what thing you’ve gotta fix next =P! I guess if you’re in PA it’d have less pollen that the deep south for sure. But shit is still pretty high in my book. But I don’t really know anywhere I’ve ever lived outside of HI that wasn’t testing me when it came to pollen. Arthritis is a fuck face, and it can go fuck itself. But cultivating muscle is always a great lubricant for aging as a whole.
I’ve got a tag-team hitting me up, but I am gunna keep them private here just on account of it being a federated space I suppose (I’m not sure how many loudmouthed, mixed blah - blah blah live in x and blah blah blah). It’s kinda weird because I always had my pain moments I guess I’ll call them. Weird stuff, like my hearing going out, outta nowhere and what not. But I always pushed through all the weirdness because I just figured being human is pain and I was/am(?) such a firecracker my vigor kept me going. But man, I hit a wall. I mean the whole fucking wall. And my body has never been the same since. And it’s affected the will. And until I just accepted things for what they were and just let go of trying to get back to a space that I will probably never exist in again I was being driven crazy by the frustration of it all. But I will say that if I could wave a magic wand, I think my life would have been way different. And to be honest, while I am still living - I wasn’t ready for the adventure part to end. It might reignite in the future, but I don’t think it’ll ever be like it was.