I am not a fan of men. In fact whenever I write the word my fingers always seem to write mean rather than men. There it goes again. Though not a lesbian I find these creatures more challenging than I want to put up with. The horse has left the stable on this or whatever saying you can come up with but you get my drift.
Also, at 63 the “good ones,” are all taken or so they say. I doubt if there ever were any. Those that are available are unhealthy, fat, bald, ugly, or once you speak with them, tainted. Ignorance on politics or climate change is not what I want to hear even though it’s a free meal. Who wants to waste what time you have left? I’d rather pay myself and read a book as I wait for service.
At my living establishment there is a new man. I have never met him and don’t want to. We share toilet facilities. There are locks so I am safe but one thing is annoying and here it is:
Who wants to fall into the toilet? Believe me I have, and it’s painful. I don’t want to do it again, and this is rude. Since I have 30 days left living here I don’t want to make a “stink,” (no pun intended), so here is the resolution:
It’s Kathleen, and if you don’t like what I say it’s still Kathleen.