Brain Flush
I get very excited to write. It’s like flushing the toilet bowl that is my mind. For me it is a catharsis. Like Picasso, who once said that a blank space excites him because he cannot wait to fill it with something beautiful, that is what this blog has become for me. Blogging is like getting rid of the morbid silence of my impending death and the negative, regretful thoughts that haunt me.
I am a sensitive and emotional person but thankfully I have the talent to express my emotions through writing. I have other talents like licking clit and screaming at people but they have been fully explored in other blogs, documentaries and news stories.
Blogging is an opportunity to purge myself of what has been rumbling through my cerebellum. This week’s tale is as sorrowful as a Hitchcockian one. It is about my ex-wives. I know I have touched on this before but it’s something I have been thinking about a lot and I do have many new readers who need the review.
I first got married when I was 27. My wife to be, Lonnie, just turned 18. I was the beatnik of Pace University and she was fascinated with me, as most women are but then got sick of me – as most women eventually do. Things didn’t work out and the sex with her and her humongous tits was very unpleasant - for I am a leg man but didn’t know it yet.
My second wife Mary was a flight attendant for Pan Am. We flew to many places for 90% off. Usually that would have been enough for me to fall in love but she was also a class act. She was beautiful and smart and of course I cheated on her and fucked things up. We married in 1968 and hadn’t started Screw yet. I was on welfare at the time but she didn’t care. After four years of marriage and getting famous through Screw, I wanted new pussy. She dumped me and didn’t even take any of my money. Mary was an amazing woman who I regretting cheating on to this day.
My third wife was Gina. We were married for 14 years and had a child. Whatever we did together wasn’t good enough for her. She had a lot of misgivings about me being a publisher of Screw and made off with several million dollars.
My fourth wife was a con-artist named Patti. She was a cleaning woman when I met her and preferred clit to cock. She too made off with a few million. What a shame.
Christine, my fifth wife, never looked at a book or read the news. She bathed in her ignorance. I was flattered I had such a young wife so that is why I married her. Like Pygmalion I thought I could educate her. She turned on me and sold all my things to the mover. Even a few weeks ago she came over and stole a few books from my apartment. What a piece of garbage.
The reason people get married is because they fall in love with an idea. The initial lust and excitement is based on the false premise that it will not change, but it does. Weeds will sprout and it will eventually smell like rotting fish.
posted by Al Goldstein @ 11:02 AM
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17 Comments:
"Christine, my fifth wife, never looked at a book or read the news. She bathed in her ignorance. I was flattered I had such a young wife so that is why I married her. Like Pygmalion I thought I could educate her. She turned on me and sold all my things to the mover. Even a few weeks ago she came over and stole a few books from my apartment. What a piece of garbage."
Sounds as if you were Alexander Portnoy and she was your "monkey".
You passingly mentioned Jordan (yours and Gina's kid) in your post. How's your relationship with him been going so far?
Al,
These fucking bitches didn't deserve one minute of your time, except to service your sweet, blessed cock.
That woman Mary sounds cool but I've never met one like that.
Keep up the blogging Al. With youtube being free and easy, have you considered doing any video rants like you did for Midnight Blue? I've seen your election videos. Maybe you could produce some pussy eating lessons for youtube.
Time to eat some corned beef.
Mitch Haase
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gunter
The only reason men talk to women is because they have vaginas.
If I weren't hardwired for pussy, I would have gone queer long ago.
The wanderlust of female conquest comes and goes with the fleeting image and loss of feeling. When you grow tired of her looks and personality, the thrill is gone.
Pussy hunting is like porn. Once tired of the same old pic or face, you're out to find a new set of holes. Tying knots and fortunes for the same is like buying luxury lemon cars for your libido that keep breaking down.
Once you add bitching, nagging and community property into the equation, marriage is just another word for legal female bank robbery.
That is the reason why porno pussy exists. To get the lust out of your system in a larger than lowlife context so that when it's over all you lose is some seed instead of half your worth.
"Mary was an amazing woman who I regretting cheating on to this day."
For me, it seems it takes roughly three years of consistantly dating wack-jobs until I find a good one. I've come to the realization that a man has to do what he can to keep the good ones...because they don't come along very often. As you have given us an excellent example....don't give in into the craving for novel pussy if you have a good woman, you'll be sorry years down the line.
You people write like a bunch of closeted homosexuals.
you have to hold onto the good ones and avoid the bad ones like the plague.
ag
Women are seriously fucked up.
I'm about to go queer only because I can't take it anymore.
"You people write like a bunch of closeted homosexuals."
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Gunter
Goddamnit Al,
I got all fucked up last night and fucked this nutty bitch who was jamming her fingers up my ass, nails and all.
My ass has been sore all fucking day and I'm walking around like some San Francisco homo.
Mitch Haase
It's like this Al: If you don't have good criteria by which you judge a woman's character, then you wind up with whatever you get. Couple that with having a character that focuses on a woman's anatomy as the reason for one's being and you have a recipe for disaster. Thus, your life. Still, there's time to change. Change your mind, emotions, and habits and even now you have a chance for a better life. The problem, essentially, is not the women but the fact that you opened the door to a host of problems. Some problems being your own with your own character including the inability to size up or provide a sufficient litmus test to determine what is good in one's life and what is bad and you reaped the dubious 'rewards' thereof. You may be bright but you have yourself to blaim for living life unintelligently chasing after 'carnal knowledge'as if that were the main reason for existing. I suggest you go read Plato dialogues from front to back and change yourself...if you can. Be well Al because, as you note, time is growing short and you don't know if there is an Eternity for you as a conscious being or not. Get prepared while time is left for you. A wise man would take this wise advice and so, by should your readers. Wake up!
hey anonymous,
what are you, some kind of queer svengali or something?
The best well kept women are sub slaves from fetish porno. In the real world, you should allow no female companion the luxury of self esteem. For once she has an ego, she will use it to destroy you.
I don't know if women are born twisted or if they are raised to be that way.
Mary was a gem. I used to listen to you yell at her in the office; and wipe up the floor with her. Best and smartest thing she ever did was leave you. You're not fit to have a woman love you, you don't 'love you'. .".and your Mantra is " who would want to marry someone who would want me?" You should have figured out your self-hatred years ago, and you wouldn't have kept picking women who gave you what you thought you deserved; a fucking over that wasn't worth the fucking you were getting from them. Oh well, I still laugh at your exploits; it's been quite a 'run'...
Hey Al, isn't bitching about your ex-wives how you got into trouble and lost it all in the first place?
Let the past go! You don't need to revisit that shit.
Screw the money. You've still got sex, right?
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