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A Review of the Midland Weather Center App

For the record I do not own the featured image on this page, I give all credit to whom credit is due.

As I’ve stated many times before, I am fascinated by the weather. I have been since early childhood.

By the way, my area is under a Tornado Watch as I am writing this.

I didn’t own an Android device until I was twenty-eight years old and I’m thirty-three at the time of writing this. This means I have been using Android for almost five years. I was late in the game, but that’s because I was more interested in rugged flip phones and later quick messaging phones because I didn’t like touch screens. However, once I bought my first touch screen phone, I haven’t gone back.

In May of 2015, I bought my first Android device, an entry-level smartphone which was an LG Optimus Fuel. Ever since all phones and tablets which I use have been Android.

In June of 2015, I bought a pocket-sized weather radio, a Midland HH50B. It came bundled with some literature about the Midland Weather Center app, of which this piece will be a review. Other Midland Weather Radios I have purchased also came bundled with this literature. This is my first review of a software product, so I hope you, the reader, will bear with me.

After I installed the batteries in my new weather radio, I promptly downloaded the app from Google Play.

And I had been using it on almost every subsequent Android device I own ever since.

I never was a premium subscriber to get automatic weather alerts for my geographic location, but I don’t need to be as I almost always have a Weather Radio nearby.

However, when a weather alert comes in on my Weather Radio, the first thing I do is check the app and then share the information on social media. If there is a Warning issued, I text that information to all whom I know located in the warned area.

The app gives a seven-day forecast for any given area in the United States and automatically does so for the device’s current geographic location.

It also gives near real-time images of all locations covered by NOAA’s Weather Surveillance RADAR network. These images are continuously updated every five minutes.

There are also detailed outlooks and discussions given from scientists at The Storm Prediction Center in Norman, Oklahoma.

When an alert is listed, a textual transcript of all of that alert broadcast on NOAA Weather Radio, along with visual graphics and maps of the affected area, is included.

Just about all of this can be easily shared via MMS and/or social media as well as other apps with a few taps of the finger.

Other features include literary as well as audio/visual information about how to program a Midland Weather Radio and a list of Weather Radios made by Midland.

As mentioned before a premium feature is push notifications alerting the user to severe weather in his or her geographic location.

This is a very neat app and in my humble opinion, the best weather-related app out there.

Here’s the kick in the teeth: It is no longer available for download on Google Play. This is a terrible mistake on the part of all parties involved in that decision.

However, this wonderful app can still be manually downloaded and installed on an Android device, if the user knows what he or she is doing.

It was in May of 2018 that I realized this app was no longer available on Google Play. I was pretty ticked off about it and vented on social media. I was confronted about my venting at a Bible study even, because of my choice of words. I didn’t use any filthy language but I can see where it could be misconstrued if I said how it “irks my butt” that I can no longer download Midland Weather Center.

So for a little over a year, I went without Midland Weather Center, but one evening in 2019, I was doing some related research and found out that I could download and install it to my Android device without it being on The Play Store. I was thrilled!

Not only does it still fully work, but it also seems to be fully supported.

Now I keep a copy of it on several of my flash drives.

Still, it would be much more easy and convenient to have this app on Google Play. And not only that, more people would be able to use this wonderful app.

If any Midland or Google executives happen to be reading this piece, please heed my advice.

Midland Weather Center is a great app and I will not be a happy man when or if it is no longer supported.

I have been forwarding weather information to social media since about 2012.

When I started, I simply would transcribe what my Weather Radio picked up and I was using a flip phone.

It was quite difficult, but I somehow managed.

I now heavily rely on this app to forward severe weather information to social media.

This is one thing I do for my friends, family, and neighbors and I do it calmly and precisely.

This app helps me disseminate weather information so well to those who need it whereas, it was a pain in the rear end to do it before I had this app.

I know there are other apps out there, but I like Midland Weather Center the most and I think others also would.

I give this product a 5 out of 5 stars.

This, therefore, concludes my review of the Midland Weather Center app, but keep reading, there’s a little more I want to say:

Now, I’ve been saying how much I like Midland Weather Center and I did give it a rating of 5 stars, but let me be totally clear, that an app should not be the primary source of critical weather information. It should merely be a supplement. The primary source of critical weather information must needs be a Public Alert certified Weather Radio because it is fairly simple and very fail-safe. It must needs also be one that is well maintained. And the end-user should have adequate backup batteries installed and change them every Spring Forward and Fall Back, along with smoke detector batteries.

I apologize if I seem to be on my high horse, but this subject has always been of importance to me.

All in all, I am done now. I hope you, the reader, have been informed and maybe, just maybe, a little entertained.

Thank you for reading! My back is starting to hurt, but I’m glad I was able to say all I wanted to say.

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Post Modernism’s Influence on my Thinking and Writing

Post Modernism has heavily influenced my later writings, I think that is obvious. It was since my late teen years that I was first exposed to it and at least on the subconscious level, it began to inspire me and take root. It wouldn’t be until my early twenties that it had begun to shape my writing.

In this piece, I will try and describe, how Post Modernism has influenced and inspired my writing. I will try to explore in greater detail than before how I was inspired to write these two stories. I think you, the reader, will be shocked when you find out how far back the inspirations go. I will also touch on the fact that Post Modernism is indeed very much in conflict with my Christian faith.

However, when I allow them to coexist within my heart and mind, I can write some beautiful things. However, Post Modernism is dangerous in all matters concerning the soul and I will admit that until the cows come home. The reason why I find Post Modernism so dangerous to the soul is because it strongly teaches that there is no absolute truth. In fact, I often joke how the Roman Governor Pontius Pilate was the world’s first adherent of Post Modernism, when he asked Christ, “What is truth?” As referenced in the Bible, John 18:38. Pilate eventually went crazy and likely never got saved.

The stories I have written under the influence of postmodern thought were inspired by many external factors that occurred on both my conscious and subconscious levels. Some of these inspirations can be traced back to the Spring of 2005. While there were others, I think the one that stands out the most is my infamous “Grocer and Writer” stories, though I didn’t begin the actual writing of them until the evening of June 30, 2014, and I began writing its replacement, “A Disabled Electrician Turned Writer” in February of 2017.

In a high school Psychology class, back in the Spring of 2005, we were working on an assignment to describe a house and to exchange it with a classmate, but if I remember correctly not to identify yourself. I immediately thought of an older house in the suburbs of New Orleans and in that house is a young man cuddling in bed with his girlfriend. I don’t exactly remember how I wrote it, but I know it was in better detail than the simple mentioning of it in this piece. I know exactly what inspired me to write that, but I am not going to reveal it, because a lot of people in my immediate circle will be angered if I do. When I witnessed what I wrote, almost a year prior, you, the reader, could say I had been exposed to Post Modernism for the first time since an unmarried couple that was cuddling in bed was and likely having relations as well was considered a sin, but here I was exposed to it. The person whom I exchanged it with seemed irritated in her answer to what I wrote and while I remember her name well, I will not mention it. Even though I was on a terrible medication and not very creative at that point in my life, I could still think of stuff like this from time to time. However, the little I was writing at this point in my life was totally different and even old fashioned, compared to the very urbane nature of my stories that reflect postmodern American society, especially those in this piece.

Fast forward to December of 2005, I began writing an anti-Christian Cult story, known as “The Textfile.” I’m not knocking Christians except for a few sects that teach how one must speak in tongues to be saved. That very teaching caused great distress in me. However, I now know that it isn’t Biblical and is borderline blaspheming in my book. I was initially inspired to write it whilst walking around the Houma suburb of Bayou Cane, Louisiana, but also, I had recently watched, “The Notebook” on DVD. I completed it in May of 2006, but then erased it sometime in 2013. In 2017, I began rewriting it strictly from memory, though it too is much more urbane than the original. I completed the newer version in 2019. Throughout the Summer of 2006, I would exchange this story with plenty of people whom I either met in chat rooms or through Myspace. I got some differing reactions, some enjoyed it, some loathed it.

In August or September of 2006, someone read the original version of “The Textfile” then sent me a copy of his or her story known as “Perplexed Existence.” It was a Christian story, written in first person about an emo high schooler who works at a convenience store and has an alcoholic and pill addicted mother. He meets a young lady who leads him to Christ. I read it in one sitting with my undivided attention with no idea how it would inspire my own writing in the future both consciously and subconsciously. I don’t know if it was a true story or a work of pure fiction, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Whomever the author was and I wish I could remember, but he or she was successfully able to combine Post Modernism with Christianity and did so better than I ever could.

In September of 2006, I was inspired to write a story about a young grocer and his relationship goals but didn’t write the first pieces of it until March of 2018. Throughout the rest of 2006 I was working quite a bit and didn’t have much time for writing, but still managed to do it now and then.

On January 7, 2007, I had met a girl and on that same day entered what seemed like a wonderful and very stable relationship with her, but years later it became quite toxic and finally terminated in 2018. I believe this relationship is also what made my writing more urbane and I quit writing with the old fashioned values my work initially possessed. Some of the people in her family could be seen as poster children of Post Modernism, but I won’t go into detail why because I am trying to make peace with the situation. Her family is influenced by Post Modernism and spreads that influence, in the way they carry themselves.

My writing was probably at its most filthy in the Summer of 2008 when I wrote something that was borderline pornographic about a couple that had met online. Let me say that I was a severely backslidden Christian who was not only writing such filthy literature but I was also fornicating and cohabitating. It was a young studly warehouse worker in Phoenix, Arizona who met a rich, lonely, slightly older but still young woman that lived in Salt Lake City Utah. They had cybersex, but then she invited him over to which he drove all night in his vintage Chevy Blazer and upon arrival, they did many kinky things both in her master bed/bathroom but also near the Great Salt Lake. At some point, after this, I promised The Lord and myself that I would never write anything pornographic again if I were to ever reference sexual intimacy in my writing, I would do so with taste and leave almost everything to the imagination from then on. I’d like to believe that I pretty much kept this promise, although I messed up a time or two. It was the Financial Collapse of 2008, that brought me out of my backslidden state. I started listening to shortwave to hear the rest of the world’s opinion on America and began to hear some Christian preaching as well. Ironically even a false Christian prophet played a role in getting me out of my severely backslidden state, as bizarre as that may sound. There was even a villain in one of my stories based on him.

I started attending church regularly in January of 2009 and attended that church until January of 2018. It was at this church where the ills of Post Modernism were first pointed out to me. I didn’t even know what Post Modernism was until I had attended there but then began to see it everywhere. This was both good and bad because it allowed me to get lots of inspiration for my writing, but also, I realized how bad a shape society is in and how far it fell from grace.

I finished trade school in November 2008 and went to work full time. In some of my free time, I would write. I purchased a small netbook in February of 2009, so I could write whenever I was on the go. I lost my job in September of 2009, due to a still crumbling economy. In October of 2009, I had taken a trip to the Esplanade Mall with my soon to be wife now ex-wife and was inspired to write a story about a teenaged couple at a strict and corrupt catholic high school. I stopped at a now-closed restaurant in Paradis, LA, where her family members were working and began writing some of it. They are suspended for public displays of affection. I called the story, iAffection. The boy comes from a well off family, but the girl and her mother are poor and she attends school on a voucher. I completed it some time in late 2009 or early 2010 and had revised it, but then did a little more work on it around 2009. However, this was my first story with the postmodern qualities and drew some inspiration from that story “Perplexed Existence”, but also the soap opera, “As the World Turns.”

On January 11, 2010, I started working for a God awful grocer and remained working there until September 23, 2011. This place inspired a good bit of my “Grocer and Writer” stories, that is for sure. Several characters were based on managers and coworkers from there, though I would write any of it until well after quitting. Also, around this time I had visited a young couple who was struggling financially and living in Paradis, LA. This moment would inspire a scene in “A Disabled Electrician Turned Writer.”

In the Summer of 2011, I began work on a dystopian story. It was about a teen couple in a forbidden romance because of the Nazi styled government in power. I had a dream back in February of 2003 which was the inspiration behind it. It was completed in the Summer of 2012. There are some postmodern elements to it. This story came to me in a dream I had quite possibly in the early morning hours of February 9, 2003, though it would take me another eight years to get it into text.

In February of 2012, I began writing “Radiant Affection”, which was initially supposed to be a form of repentance for writing “The Textfile.” I worked on it on and off until 2014, but I still contribute to it from time to time at the time of writing this piece. I know where to go with it, I just need to fill the gaps in between. This story doesn’t have the Post Modern element that the others do.

On June 30, 2014, after taking a trip with my parents and then-wife now ex-wife to the New Orleans area, I came home and was inspired to write what would be the beginning of my “Grocer and Writer” stories. As I’ve mentioned before, the New Orleans area has always been inspirational for my writing and it is inspirational to others in their respective forms of art. There is just something about it. Well, it takes place in New Orleans though not specifically mentioned in the stories themselves but little hints are left. The sins of fornication and cohabitation are committed in these stories, but my characters do repent and begin to plan marriage until one is murdered and the other dies of a broken heart. I wrote it initially from that day in 2014 until early 2016, when I felt as if I should write something that would make the racial tension worse than it currently already was. While it reeks of Post Modernism, it also teaches that we all deserve to love and be loved, even despite appearance or disability.

So, in March of 2016, I began to write something that taught those similar values, but without all the racial and ethnic tension that was going on during the Obama years. It was about a train conductor and an aspiring writer who meet online in a writing forum. I didn’t get too far off the ground with it and eventually moved on to other things. Something else I wrote in 2015 and continued in 2016 was a teen drama known as “Those Years.” Both of these try to teach how everyone deserves to love and be loved. I didn’t get far enough with either story to have my characters commit any serious sins.

I had also taken quite a few trips to the New Orleans area throughout 2016, and just about every time, I drew at least some inspirations.

In February of 2017, I began writing another story, A Disabled Electrician turned Writer. It too takes place in the New Orleans area, though not exactly mentioned. I was inspired to write it by witnessing the lifestyles of those connected to my then in-laws now ex-in-laws. However, I wasn’t able to get that far with it. There are some sins of cohabitation and fornication that occur, but my characters do plan to repent. Like the others, it teaches that everyone deserves to love and be loved. I wrote it from 2017 to 2019, then went on hiatus.

In the Summer of 2017, I wrote, “Two Foamers in Love” but didn’t get very far with it. It is one of the least sinful stories influenced by Post Modernism; all sex occurs within wedlock and it is done discreetly. But you know what they say, right? Sex sells. Well, controversy in general sells. It is easier for me to write a sinful story than a wholesome one, a lot easier. God is dealing with me about this and has been for some time. Also, for whatever reason life seems more romantic before marriage than after. I don’t know if that is Post Modernism or just the human condition in general. Actually, there are some scriptures I could reference that deal with this subject and explain why married life isn’t as romantic as pre-married life and it is due to a curse put on humanity by God, to remind us that we are sinners in a fallen world.

In the early Spring of 2018, I began writing my “Relationship Goals of a Young Grocer” stories but didn’t get all that far with it. There is indeed some sin occurring, but still, I guess I was too distracted to focus on it. Well, I was going through a divorce and also trying to secure my own place of residence. Later in the Spring of 2018, April 16, to be exact, I wrote “An Autumn Squall Line” about an impoverished couple riding out a severe thunderstorm in a shotgun house in Uptown New Orleans. In the original version, they were cohabitating, but on August 11, 2018, I changed it to a married couple, though still quite impoverished. Around this time was when God began to deal with me about writing such sinful literature.

In the Fall of 2018, I wrote “Love Among Terrorism” which was dedicated to me and my then-girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend. There was no cohabitation nor fornication, just a terrorist attack and a couple worried about each other.

Throughout 2019, I had added pieces to many of the aforementioned series of stories. I also completed the new version of “The Textfile.”

In the last days of 2019, I went through a breakup, but then began writing a new Post Modern influenced story, with equal Christian influence known as “Second Chances.” I am going to try my durn well best not to let my characters sin, though they do spend an innocent Christmas Eve together and cuddle all night long. Like the others, it takes place in the New Orleans area. By this point, even my Post Modern influenced writing had evolved.

In early 2020, before this Coronavirus was an issue in The States, I began writing a new series known as “Bohemian America.” It takes place in New York City and the surrounding area, but there are references to Louisiana. Yes, there are some sexual sins, but only by a couple who is in love and does desire marriage, one of the members of that couple are triracial, and I wrote that to atone for previous works I had done that likely contributed to the racial tension in America. Again I was just inspired by all that I was observing, so can you, the reader, blame me? I sure hope not! I’ve only publically displayed a piece of it that doesn’t show the sinning.

While I have written plenty of factual works during this Coronavirus pandemic, I haven’t written any fiction to say fiction. It’s like a partial writer’s block has set in. Of course, I hadn’t been drinking my Wild Cherry Pepsi like I usually do, something which usually fuels my creativity. When life gets back to normal, hopefully, I’ll start writing fiction again and resume my “Second Chances” stories as well as “Bohemian America.”

Yes, intimacy is referenced in much of my Post Modern influenced writing but it is overwhelmingly done with taste and not in a pornographic fashion as was the case in 2008.

So, yes, Post Modernism has influenced my thinking since about 2004/2005 but didn’t start showing up in my writing until 2009 and not realized until 2014.

Yes, it makes good writing, but is in conflict with Christianity and certainly does not honor God, so likewise if I am going to continue writing with Post Modern influence, I’ll need God’s help to not allow it to be sinful.

Of course, if you, the reader, are a Christian, then I covet your prayers.

I guess this, therefore, concludes the piece on how Post Modernism has influenced my writing over the years and I hope you, the reader, have been informed, enlightened and maybe even entertained…

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April 11, 2004-The Ones that got Away

It is a bright and sunny Easter Sunday and I received some cash as presents.

I also recently obtained my driver’s license last December.

So, I take my Dad’s car, a 1998 Ford Taurus and drive to the Wal*Mart a few towns to the northwest of me.

I know what I want to buy, some two-way radios that come with a charging base.

I’m walking around the store, and there I see her.

She is a beautiful and pleasantly plump young lady.

She is wearing a white shirt and baby blue shorts.

She reminds me of the girl I was in love with during my early childhood, just as a teenager.

What if that is her?

I am so overcome by her beauty and I feel very giddy in her presence.

However, I don’t know what to say to her, without being weird.

I wish I had the chance to talk to her, but I don’t think I will.

So, I just admire her.

I watch her for a little while, then I go to the electronics section to make my purchase.

Then, my stupid self, I leave the store, not trying to look for her again.

I drive back to my parents’ house with the stereo on full blast.

To my knowledge, I haven’t seen her again since.

What if she was indeed the girl from my early childhood and I blew my one chance at being able to meet her again?

I don’t know and I guess I never will know, but that thought keeps me up at night sometimes to this very day.

A few months later, I suffer a mental breakdown for something unrelated…

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An Awesome Junk Food Combination

I do indeed enjoy junk food, which is to be exact almost any food that is highly palatable and energy-dense.

I like it so much, that it may be a contributing factor to my weight problem.

There is specifically one junk food combination that I like though I cannot have it anymore, due to developing a peanut allergy.

If I didn’t have this wretched peanut allergy, I would still be enjoying this combination of junk food.

It is a Mister Goodbar paired with a 13 fluid ounce bottle of Starbucks Vanilla Frappuccino. All I can say is that the taste is amazing! It also results in a very pleasant and mood-boosting sugar rush. The mixture of coffee, chocolate, vanilla, peanuts, and milk all at once will make your taste buds dance and sing!

I first discovered this awesome combination in late May of 2014. I was buying some fuel, snacks, and drinks at the Prospect Truck Plaza which is located on the Northeastern outskirts of Houma, Louisiana.

This truck stop serves somewhat of a logistics hub, not only for trucking freight operations in the area but also for aviation and marine operations working in conjunction with trucking freight. It is in very close proximity to the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway as well as the Houma-Terrebonne Airport. There are also some very busy oil and gas pipeline operations in this area. Finally, there is a casino housed at this truck stop, which attracts people from all over.

The whole amazingly reminds me of one of my favorite video games from childhood, namely Blast Corps, because of all the heavy equipment. I do currently reside just slightly to the North of here and rent but would be thrilled to own a house in on Coteau Road between Highway 182 and Prospect Boulevard Extension. I have even had dreams of a railroad being built in this area, which in my humble but honest opinion would do a world of good, economics wise. By the way, the railroad in my dream connected from the BNSF mainline at Raceland to a currently-nonexistent transload facility on the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway in Village East via Eagle Island. I’ve also had a couple of dreams about another railroad that ties in with it but also goes to Schriever running between Bayou Blue Ridge and Coteau Ridge

I moved to this area in May of 2018 and until this peanut allergy got bad enough, I was a frequent customer in this truck stop. I would usually purchase the Starbucks Vanilla Frappuccino along with a Mister Goodbar of varying sizes, depending on how much money or credit I had. Then I would sit in the dining section of that truck stop eating and drinking my purchases whilst listening to truck and barge traffic on my scanner. I had good food, good drink, and good entertainment. I also got to interact with workers and customers. I miss doing this, so if anyone could think of another decent snack to go with the bottle of Starbucks Vanilla Frappuccino (preferably something chocolate), I’m open to ideas. Of course, I won’t attempt to do this until the Coronavirus lockdown is over.

I had always enjoyed peanuts and peanut products growing up but I had developed an allergy to them over time. It started in my late teens or early twenties with a pick in my throat, every time I ate any peanut product but by my early thirties I would break out in rashes. My peanut allergy is not fatal, at least not yet, but one day potentially could be.

Yes, I am disabled, but I wish I could have a job, any sort of job in the transportation industry. I like everything about it, the cool machinery, the traveling all kinds of places, and the communications aspect, of course. I like it to the point where working those crazy hours would bother me one bit.

If you work in the transportation sector and are reading this, let me say thank you for keeping the country and the world going, but also might I suggest that you try this combination. I think it is perfect for anyone working in the transportation sector.

Why?

Well, I can give at least three reasons:

It tastes delicious, which means it will make you feel better and possibly be a source of comfort and might mitigate some of the loneliness your job entails.

It is a great source of energy, which will help your job performance.

It is a rich source of caffeine, and this means it will make your job safer in addition to making everyone around you safe by keeping you awake and alert.

Do try this combination out, even if you don’t work in the transportation sector, I don’t as much as I would want to.

Likely it could be a hit amongst those in the public safety and medical sectors as well, but I don’t work in these either.

I’m just a blogger on a pension, but I know what I like.

I would want to write some more about this, but my back is starting to hurt. However, I think I have gotten my point across.

So, this, therefore, concludes my piece and I hope you, the reader, have been informed and maybe entertained!

Thank you for reading…

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Excerpts from “Radiant Affection”

I began writing this in the early parts of 2012 as a replacement to my story “The Textfile” or at least the original version.  I have been working on it ever since.  While I do present the Gospel in this story (not shown in these excerpts), there is some fornication and cohabitation occurring, so as a Christian, I cannot show it publicly in its entirety.  However, I want to show these excerpts so I can make it known that my two characters love each other immensely and have been in love for four years, but also show what they are up against because of their relationship.

Without further ado, here are the excerpts:

…It was a cold and dry Thursday afternoon on February 4, 2010. Logan had just clocked out of his work. He locked the building, then started up his truck and, as usual, drove to the library. Upon arrival, he retrieved his EDC bag from behind the seat. This bag held his laptop and other personal gadgets. Logan then walked to the second floor and sat down. He connected his laptop through the library’s WiFi system and began to browse the Internet. He checked his email then looked at Myspace and Facebook for a while. When he saw there was no new activity; Logan pulled up the weather report. It indicated that the weather would be sunny and dry, but with near-freezing temperatures. For the night it would be clear and dry but with a light freeze. After reading the weather report; he pulled up the secret web page. He read all of the stories that had been posted since April of 2006 and focused on his computer screen. Logan wondered who would still be writing these since he was almost three years out of high school. He still assumed that this was a prank, so it shocked him that someone would still want to mess with him.

Mila drove to the library to upload a fantasy of her and Logan that she had just completed. Upon finishing with the computer, she walked upstairs to begin her schoolwork. Mila walked through the stairwell doors and entered the room.

Logan noticed that a new story had just been posted to the web page. He was about to read it when, suddenly, the stairwell door opened and in walked a beautiful girl in her uniform skirt. Immediately, he thought of Mila and his eyes were instantly fixated on her. After a few moments of staring, he realized it was indeed Mila. He stood up and watched in awestruck admiration, as she walked in. She noticed him and smiled sweetly. She took a second look at him and realized who he was. It was Logan, but with a more masculine look.

“It’s him!” Mila said with excitement. Immediately, she ran up to him, and said, “I know you! You’re Logan Baines.”

Nervously, but passionately he replied, “Oh Mila, I can’t believe you remember me!” He softly said as they tightly hugged each other.

She humbly replied to him, “Well, you sure are someone who is hard to forget.”

Awkwardly, they stared into each others’ eyes and simply smiled. Mila then said, “I had such strong feelings for you back when you went to school with me and I still do.  Oh, if only you knew.” Mila paused then continued, “I think you felt something for me, I always noticed how you would smile and blush.”

Logan’s whole body became flushed, but he caught himself and said, “Yes, it is true. I had feelings for you back then. I still have those feelings. They never left me.” He paused and then continued, “I would have sought you out back then, but I was afraid of the law and wanted to save you the humiliating scandal.”

Mila replied, “I am eighteen now, and that means I can be your girlfriend and we can do whatever we please.”

Logan swallowed hard and then said, “I would be honored to have you, but…” He paused, then continued, “It’s just I still see that same sweet and innocent girl from four years ago. I have a deep reverence for your beautiful body and soul. I don’t mean to sound like I am talking down to you and I definitely don’t want to repel you. Please understand!”

Mila replied “Oh Logan! Those are the sweetest words I have ever heard anyone say about me. And the fact that they came out of your mouth, fills my heart even more with ecstasy! If only you knew how much I want you.” She continued, “I just hope you are okay with this!”

Quickly she pecked him on the cheek.

Logan blushed and his whole body became warm once again. “Oh Mila, you are just as affectionate and sweet as I imagined. It’s perfectly okay that you kissed me. I would like to give you a kiss as well.”

“If you want to, you may,” Mila said as she smiled. Softly, Logan kissed her. Their lips mixed and became one set.

“This is so wonderful Mila!” Logan said.

The city policeman working a security detail in the library shouted, “Knock it off right now!”

Many people stared in shock.

“Sorry,” Logan said, sheepishly.

Then Mila continued, “Why don’t you come over to my house?”

“Sure, Mila, but what would your parents think?”

“My mom is probably drunk or full of pills and my dad left a year ago.”

“Well, I guess,” Logan nervously said, then continued, “I don’t want you to make you do something you will regret.”

“Trust me, you won’t!”

“Well do you have a car or do you want me to drive you to your house?”

“My dad bought me a car; just before he left my mom. You can follow me home.”

“Very well Mila, I will follow you home.” He became filled with passion and nervousness.

They left the library, not realizing that several of Melody’s elite upper-class were conducting a meeting and that they saw and heard everything that went on between Logan and Mila…

 

Here’s another excerpt occurring a day later:

…After arriving on the campus and parking her car, Mila walked into school happier than ever. She had the most beautiful smile on her face and there seemed to be a glow radiating from her whole body. She sat down alone, in the library, working on her current fantasy. She wrote with passion until the morning bell rang. Slowly, she headed to class, with Logan on her heart. It was her math class, so she knew she needed to try and pay attention.

Suddenly, the school president called Mila’s teacher over the intercom, “Please send Mila Gunther to my office.”

The teacher replied, “She’s on her way,” Then motioned for Mila to leave the classroom.

Mila walked down to the office, wondering what she could have possibly done to warrant her being called down.

She opened the door to the president’s office and he spoke with graveness, “Mila, I have a serious problem with you.” He paused and then said with a fit of confrontational anger, “You want to tell me why you were carrying on in a lewd manner while in uniform?” Mila began to shake. The president continued, “You have tarnished this school’s reputation and we have it on video from the library security camera.”

Mila shook more as she replied, “All I did was kiss him. There are so many others who get away with doing much worse than me.”

The president then replied with even more anger, “It’s the fact that you had attention called yourself by also talking out loud and kissing Logan Baines while in uniform, then having that policeman correct you. There were several civic leaders and local business owners there having a meeting. This disgusting incident is now the impression that everyone in the community will have of a student at our school. You’ve seriously misrepresented us.” The president continued “I am giving you two Saturday schools because of this. Consider yourself lucky, because I could have easily expelled you.” He paused then continued “However, I want you to break up with Logan Baines. If not, you will, indeed, be expelled.”

Mila began to cry as she said, “I cannot break up with him-we love each other deeply and we’ve been in love for almost four years.”

Koresh replied, “I don’t care, so save it for your counselor.”

Mila asked, “Why do you want me to leave him?”

Koresh replied, “Among other reasons; it is part of your punishment for carrying on like a whore and making our school look bad,” He paused, then angrily said, “Now get back to class and don’t you dare step out of line!”

Mila sulked as she walked back into the classroom. She was by no means going to break up with Logan, whom she had been in love with for so long. However, she knew that if anyone found out that they were still together she would be expelled and unable to graduate. The remainder of the day went by very slowly. As soon as school let out, Mila called Logan and explained the situation to him.

Logan replied, “That good for nothing Keith Koresh has gone too far this time. I thought after I graduated he would no longer have power over me.” He paused, then asked her “Well I hope you still want me, right?”

Mila said, “Yes, of course, but we will have to keep it covert. I won’t ever give up on you and me, after all that we share.”…

Yes, this is controversial, but I am trying to teach that Logan and Mila’s love for one another will survive all oppression and corruption.  That was my ulterior motive in writing this story.  The main motive was to present the True Gospel and expose false religion for what it is…

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The History of my Attraction to Bigger Females

NOTE I know that I originally wrote this in the latter parts of 2017, but I am modifying it for 2020…

My name is Eric John Monier and I am attracted to plus-sized and super-sized women.

Those of you who know me well enough are already very much aware of this.

In this piece, I will attempt to explain to you, the reader, of my attraction to bigger girls, women, and ladies as well as the history of it.

I don’t know exactly why I am attracted to this body type, but a woman with a soft belly, thick thighs, plump caboose and ample sized breasts in addition to a pretty face will drive me crazy in a lot of very good ways.

I used to not be attracted to bigger girls in my preteen years and up to age thirteen. I guess because the few that I had come across always had explosive tempers. I was so ignorant and close-minded at the time that I never put two and two together that maybe the reason that they had such tempers was from all the harassment they endured. I should have been able to figure this out because I was harassed quite a bit, myself, and yes, for a time it did cause me to be mean, but for whatever reason, I never put the pieces together. I feel terrible about what I used to say back in those days and I will NOT repeat it here. One downside of having a razor-sharp memory is remembering all the bad things I ever said and done, sometimes more than the good.

Since age fourteen or fifteen, my attitude began to drastically change, however, but I wasn’t out of the closet about this attraction until I sixteen or seventeen. And I wasn’t public about it until age nineteen.

I think the first time I was attracted to a plus-sized girl was when I was in seventh grade, at Saint Mary’s Nativity School. She was in sixth. I was harassed a lot at that school, but this girl always smiled at me, was very nice to me and even laughed at my jokes. I never asked her out because I knew if I did, I would be harassed even more for going out with her. I won’t reveal her name, even though I remember it well. I’m glad she’s married now likewise, I hope and pray that her husband adores her as she ought to be.

Fast forward to eighth grade, February 20, 2002, I was at a pep rally and two boys were trying to pick a fight with me. A beautiful plus-sized girl was standing near me in the bleachers shouting for them to “stop” and that they were “so mean.” After that day, I had a major crush on her that would last throughout high school. The only reason why I never tried to approach her, again, was fear of what others may think of me. I remember her name as well, but I won’t reveal it. She’s married now and has children, and, my God, I hope her husband treats her like the wonderful queen she is.

A little about my weight history:
In August of 2002, I was wrongfully and forcefully medicated on a terrible drug known as Risperdal. As a result, I gained a little weight. Before this, I was very underweight (5’4″ 100-115 pounds), but now I was slightly overweight (5’6″ 160-170 pounds.) I guess, because of this, I thought it would be more acceptable to date a bigger girl. However, none were interested in me or other cases, we had mutually planted each other in that wretched old “friend zone.”

On March 15, 2003, at the age of sixteen, I was attracted to a plus-sized girl who I later found out was a couple of months my senior. This was the first time I made a pass at a plus-sized girl. She accepted but then broke up with me a day later at the urging of her parents. This hurt resulted in my first time getting drunk.

In late March or early April of 2003, I was taken off all medication and maybe lost a little weight as a result.

Also in April of 2003, I discovered writing as many of you know.

In that wonderful summer of 2003, at the age of sixteen and a half, I had become known as a romantic writer by my peers and had a secret webpage displaying my work. I had other webpages as well and a fourteen-going-on-fifteen-year-old girl had contacted me online and we began a steamy online and texting relationship. She was slightly plus-sized, but I thought she was so beautiful and she thought I was cute. We also had similar sexual kinks, even though we were only minors, of which I won’t publicly disclose. Unfortunately, I lost all contact with her in the latter parts of 2004, but I do remember her name. It would be wonderful to find her again.

Fast forward to between June 14 and 17, 2004, I suffered a mental breakdown and was put on that wretched medication, Risperdal, once again. By December of 2004, I weighed around 198 pounds.

In January of 2005, I was now eighteen and put on an anti-convulsant, used off label as a mood stabilizer, Topamax, in addition to what I was already taking. This caused a dramatic amount of weight loss in a short amount of time. By that April, I was 5’6″ and 122 pounds!

Even though I had lost a lot of weight, I remained attracted to plus-sized women and girls. I don’t know why.

Unfortunately, none of them felt the same about me.

I was in an online and phone relationship with one girl, from September 2005 to December of 2005 but she was very skinny and tall. One of the reasons, but not the main reason why I ended it was because she was indeed too skinny. I feel so terrible admitting this though.

It was now late January of 2006 and I was on a more weight neutral medication known as Geodon. I also became very vocal about my attraction to bigger members of the opposite sex. I figured if people wanted to distance themselves from me because of this, I didn’t need them in my life anyway.

I was a senior in high school and there was one plus-sized girl, a freshman, whom I had a crush on. I think she liked me too, but I’m not 100% sure. Many people told me to pursue her, but while I highly revered and respected her and wouldn’t dare do anything sinful or illegal with her, I was still afraid of catching various charges. In December 2006, a few months after I graduated, I went on one semi-date with her at the mall, but we ended up freaking each other out. We remained good enough friends, until the latter parts of 2017. Also, from August to December of 2006, I had dated a few plus-sized young ladies, but never really got close to any of them and the relationships always ended in disaster.

On January 7, 2007, I had just made twenty a few days prior was working at my local grocer, pushing buggies in the parking lot. I saw a beautiful plus sized girl walking into the store. Soon all the buggies were picked up and I resumed bagging groceries. She went up to the cashiers of whom we mutually happened to be friends with and asked for them to tell her where the tuna fish (not remoulade sauce-ha) was located. Before bagging groceries and pushing buggies (which is more fun in my book), I was a stocker. Therefore I had an intimate knowledge of where everything was located in the store. I kindly offered to show this young lady where the tuna fish was located. We walked to the tuna fish aisle together and she placed several cans in her buggy. Then I resumed bagging groceries, but asked the two cashiers if they knew that girl and if so how old was she. They told me her name and her age (nineteen.) I had them print out a blank receipt and I wrote my two phone numbers on it. They then handed it to her. As she was leaving the store, I told her to call me and that I get off at five. On my way home, my phone rang and it was her. She invited me over to her parents’ house and we have been together until January 18, 2018. We got married three years and two days after we met and but our divorce was finalized on October 11, 2018. She didn’t like being plus size, but every time she complained about it, I told her how if she was skinny I would have never given her my number, to begin with.

In the summer of 2007 until April of 2010, I took Abilify and gained 100 pounds. I used to joke that the weight gain was an STI from then-girlfriend, later wife, now ex-wife. Since April of 2010, I’ve taken Geodon, though I tried other medications but usually no longer than a week.

I had talked to several women post leaving my now ex-wife and most of them were either plus-sized or super-sized. However, none of those relationships progressed very far. One was even skinny but lied and said she was a BBW, but we mutually ghosted each other.

Another was beautiful and super-sized, but because of our location distance, she put me in the friend zone which I now accept and we are still good friends to this day.

In the latter parts of 2018, I met and fell in love with a beautiful and sweet super-sized young lady. She treated me like a king and I treated her like a queen. We vindicated and complimented each other in many ways. And not only that we were madly attracted to each other physically! No one had ever made me so happy before or since. However, she called it quits on me on December 4, 2019. I was crushed, devastated and heartbroken. No one in my eyes could ever measure up to her, no not even close, and I even told her that every day. I was very serious about being true to her to the point that I found myself acting the way televangelist Billy Graham acted towards his wife, even though she and I never were even engaged. We were, however, talking very seriously about marriage, until she called it quits. However, this happened for a reason and I know The Lord has someone else for me, I just have to wait on Him. I just pray that she is either at least plus-sized or preferably super-sized. I would not be happy with a skinny or muscular woman nor would I try to make such a woman gain weight because I see that as a form of abuse to her.

I don’t like being overweight that much. I know it makes me look younger at times, but it is unhealthy for sure and makes me feel tired all the time. I guess I am a perfect hypocrite, because, while I don’t like being like this, I’m attracted to women who are. And as long as she has a pretty face, the bigger the better! Still, I definitely would not want to suddenly one day not be attracted to bigger women because then a part of me would die. I wouldn’t be myself anymore. What the Internet has taught me more than anything else is that I am not alone in any of my interests or attractions and there are a lot of other guys who are also attracted to plus-sized women.

Bigger women most certainly deserve to be loved too, and from what I’ve found out there are a lot of guys besides myself who are willing to love and adore them just as they should be loved and adored!

Body Shaming is Cruel Unnecessary and Obsolete and I hate being body-shamed when it does happen to me.  However, I am usually able to just brush it off. I don’t do it to anyone, regardless of size, because I try to see the soul of a person instead.  However, being a carnal human being, I tend to be nicer to a plus-sized or super-sized woman, than someone of different features in any given situation that arises.  I know this is wrong, but I am not perfect and never claimed to be.

I guess this concludes my piece on my attraction to bigger females.  I hope you, the reader, have got something out of this and now see that beauty is literally in the eyes of the beholder.

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To all the Plus-Sized and Super-Sized Women out there:

NOTE: This was originally written on February 21, 2018. I modified it in 2019 and 2020.

To all the plus-sized and super-sized women out there:

I think all of you are God’s most beautiful creations!

However, this world is a cold, wretched, hateful and downright cruel place. There are a lot of people who will harass, mock and reject you for no other reason than your body type. I get that many of you have beautiful hearts and souls, but there are still those who will be cruel to you. It’s not your fault, it’s because society is ugly, not you. Again, in my humble but honest opinion, you are the most beautiful of all God’s creatures.

More importantly, though, for as many that are cruel to you, there are probably just as many men who will love you, cherish you and adore you, not only because of your body type but because many of you have beautiful hearts and souls, despite all of the hell that you all go through. I know this because I am one of those people that are madly attracted to plus-sized and super-sized women. I know there are many other men like me out there, though they may not be as public about their attractions and desires as I am. They are afraid of what others think of them if they find out about these attractions, again it’s because society is ugly.

…About me…

I was recently single at the time of initially writing this, coming off of an eleven-year relationship which included a little over eight years of marriage. It was to a plus-sized woman, of whom for many years I truly loved and adored. Unfortunately, we didn’t work out. We both had faults, but according to all professionals close to the situation, it was her more than me. I won’t go into details about it publicly, though. I will include this one detail though: I was very much attracted to her body type and she hated her body type, which caused lots of friction. As a matter of fact, when I first saw her, the first thing I noticed was her body of which I was madly attracted to.

UPDATE: I was indeed in a very loving relationship with a beautiful and super-sized young lady from the latter parts of 2018 until December 4, 2019. She just gave up on me and my heart was broken. I loved her so much and I thought she loved me, I mean she claimed that she did all the time.

I know I have flaws. I am very far from perfect or normal, but I think this has made me a more understanding person. You see, I am a little overweight, but haven’t always been. There were times when I was quite underweight (even then, I was still attracted to plus-sized and super-sized women.) I also suffer from schizophrenia among other mental conditions which are well controlled with my medication and therapy but hinder me from living what most would consider a normal life. If that wasn’t enough, I also have a back injury that I sustained whilst falling down some stairs in 2014 but thank God my reproductive organs weren’t adversely affected. I wasn’t always like this, I used to be skinny and there was a time, before age seventeen where I had some of the symptoms still, but they weren’t as full-blown. I used to also have a very strong back as well. Ever since positively the age of fifteen, but earlier than that, I have been madly attracted to plus-sized and super-sized members of the opposite sex, but I kept quiet about it. I first admitted this to others at age sixteen, but only to people whom I trusted. From ages seventeen to eighteen, I started telling more people. By the age of nineteen, I was completely public about it. Over the years, some people gave me kudos and some people think I am perverted. For those that give me kudos, thank you, your kind words mean plenty. For those that think I am perverted, I’ll say there are much worse body types to be attracted to.

Whenever I see a plus-sized or super-sized woman, though, it’s as if fireworks go off in my mind and then all logic goes out the door. I find those body types to be so beautiful. The soft belly, the thick legs, the ample sized buttocks and breasts along with a pretty face will make me smile from ear to ear and feel such giddiness in my heart. I remember them for years to come too. When I see a skinny or toned and muscular woman, my mind and body don’t have that reaction. In fact, I barely notice her, unless she was an unusually nice person, then maybe I would remember her.

…Enough about me…

My message, I guess, to all the plus-sized and super-sized women out there is that you don’t have to settle for less. I know all too well, unfortunately, that many of you go with men who either cheat on you, abuse you or berate you in some way shape or form and you stay with these men because you think you cannot do better. But, the truth is, you can do so much better and there are a lot of men out there who will treat you wonderfully and love you immensely for both your heart as well as your body. A lot of these men are very much better than I am in fact. When you find one of these men, please appreciate him and reciprocate his affections or his love for you could very well grow cold.

I know what happens though, when many of you find a man like this, you go straight into panic mode or you callously brush off his kind words and affections. Why do you get extremely nervous or callous when someone is so good to you? Please answer me, I’ll wait.

I know some of you get upset and withdraw because some of these men are indeed clingy, but these men are clingy only because they want you so badly and they value you enough to spend as much time with you as possible. As long as they don’t harm you in any way, please be grateful that they are willing to devote so much to you. We all have flaws, so if he’s a good man and he treats you like the queen you are, please don’t break his heart. Just be gentle and patient with him. Would you rather be truly lonely or worse in a truly abusive relationship? Please answer me, I’ll wait.

It may seem like I am talking down to all of you at this point, but I guess I am frustrated because of the hurt I experienced, not only from my exes but other plus-sized and super-sized women who were not so nice to me, despite all of the affections and kindness I showed towards them. But I am not [intentionally] talking down to you. If anything, I am trying to empower you and let you know that you are immensely worthy to be loved.

I have witnessed relationships that some plus-sized and super-sized women have with their boyfriends or husbands where they are indeed loved, cherished and adored very much. It makes me exceedingly joyful to witness such a thing and my true wish for all of you is to find a love like that and please don’t ever settle for anything less. You deserve the very best, despite what society tries to dictate about body types. When you do find a good man who is attracted and devoted to you, appreciate him and be good to him as well. He is only human, he is not God, which means he can stop loving you if you don’t treat him right, even though at some point he adores the ground you walk on. Also, because he is only human, this means that he is not perfect, he too will have faults at some point or another.

As for me, I just hope I can find a plus-sized or preferably a super-sized young lady with a kind heart and a pretty face of whom I can cherish, honor and shower with love and affection to and who will reciprocate that love and affection to me. Maybe somehow we could make a life together?…

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Body Shaming: Cruel, Unneccessary and Obsolete

Body Shaming is not only Cruel, but it’s also Unnecessary and Obsolete…

Yes, body shaming still does happen. It is cruel. It is cruel, but even today it still happens. I guess it happens because everyone wants to serve the big conformity machine that tells us what we all should look like. It also implies that anyone with a less than perfect body is for whatever reason lazy and a slob. This piece will explain why that is not exactly true and that I would venture to guess that most who are overweight are that way through little or no fault of their own.

Body shaming is Unnecessary:

The reason being is that body shaming because is unnecessary is that many times the person who is being targeted is overweight through no fault of his or her own. There could be any number of factors that caused this person’s weight gain:

Maybe the person has some sort of medical condition that requires him/her to take prescription medications. More often than not, a side effect of those medications is indeed weight gain. The victim didn’t ask to be this way but maybe needs these medications to function or survive. People who need medications take them for either a physical or mental condition that sometimes incurs harassment in and of itself.

In the case of a child; Maybe he/she comes from a low-income household and cannot afford to eat healthily. Instead, the family purchases foods that offer the most calories per dollar. That child certainly didn’t ask to be born into this world. It’s bad enough that people in lower-income brackets get harassed or at least looked down upon anyway, so when they are overweight as well it makes their existence extra miserable.

Maybe the victim sustained sexual trauma as a child or adolescent. From what I’ve seen, such a painful experience can throw all kinds of hormones and glands out of calibration and indeed cause weight gain. I know there are still some people are very cruel and would pick on someone who has been through such a cruel experience, but it is really low to do such a thing.

And maybe, just maybe, for no other reason, this victim could just have thyroid issues. This is where the person’s ability to burn calories is either non-existent or extremely hindered.

So these are the reasons why it is unnecessary to engage in body shaming and if one still does then he or she is a very cruel person.

Now I’m going to explain why it is obsolete (and should have been a long time ago.)

If any overweight girls or ladies may be reading this, pay close attention. I don’t know whether to call it a perversion or just a mere sexual presence, but there are many decent guys out there who find overweight/obese women and girls to be highly attractive. A lot of these guys are decent, kind-hearted men and boys who will treat any overweight woman or girl with respect, but he’ll most definitely want to love her deeply and show his love to her physically. He will adore her and do his best to make her happy. He will sweep you off your feet if you let him. Please make sure that any sexual contact happens only between consenting adults or only with all parental approval in the case of one or both parties being minors. Girls and ladies if you indeed come across such a man or boy, keep him and appreciate him. Don’t let his excessive affections go to your head and thus you become spoiled. Although, he might indeed try to spoil you more. Whatever you do, don’t take him for granted. And for goodness sake, don’t cheat on him. If you do, he might one day find someone else to love him. He may have flaws, but likely he loves you very much, so don’t give up on him if he does.

Now, I’ve also been told that some ladies and girls find overweight men and boys attractive. Maybe they think that these guys are cute, sexy, smart, sweet, funny or maybe all of the above. I don’t know. But overweight boys and men, if you find such a girl or woman, be sure to keep her and appreciate her as well. Love her and make her feel special. If you indeed become intimate with her, don’t let the confidence go to your head and start sleeping with others, because all you will do is break the heart of someone who might have genuinely loved you. Remember how lonely you were before her? Realize the good she had done for you and be sure to do everything in your power to keep her. Again, I cannot stress it enough, make sure any sexual contact happens between consenting adults or at least with the parents’ explicit approval in the case of one or both parties being a minor.

So yes there are those out who indeed find that overweight/obese people of the opposite sex are powerfully attractive. As a matter of fact, I am one of them! Ever since my early-to-mid-teens, I have felt this way. I wholeheartedly believe that a chubby woman with a pretty face and a soft body is extremely beautiful. In my book, such a woman is one of God’s most beautiful creations! I know other boys and men who believe the very same. For that reason, I would dare say that body-shaming is also obsolete. Of course, there are lovers of all shapes and sizes, but the chubby chaser movement is gaining considerable traction in recent years!

On an added note, I must admit this. Sometimes, being overweight/obese is unhealthy. If you are in love with someone who is overweight/obese and his/her physician orders weight loss, help them in doing so. Because if your love for him/her has grown beyond a physical attraction, you will want them no matter what and you will want that person to live by your side for as many years as possible…

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An Excerpt from “Bohemian America”

I began writing this in the final days of February 2020.  I was inspired to write it by listening to NPR and later, I took a long bath and it started coming to me.  It is about a young violinist named Alexandra Barbu who chance meets and subsequently falls in love with a tortured visual artist named Carlisle Snowden.  They are both troubled, but somehow they manage to bring out the best in each other.  I haven’t gotten that far with it and there are many parts that I cannot publically show with a good conscience.  However, the story of how they meet is quite appropriate so I will be sharing it in this piece.

Here is it without further ado:

…Alexandra rolled her eyes and then left with her uncle.

They walked out of the abandoned building and into his single cab older GMC truck.

“I know that those in your band smoke that dope. I better not find out that you smoke dope or I will kick you out of my house.”

“No, I don’t smoke dope. I’m already fat and if I smoke dope, I’ll likely get fatter and have wrinkles as well.”

“Well, the fact that you are fat means you will never make it in the music industry. So you should go back to school or get a real job like everyone else.”

Alexandra was getting angry, but kept calm and concealed it, saying, “I don’t know, what about Meghan Trainor?”

“I never heard of her,” Her uncle replied.

“That figures, otherwise you wouldn’t have made that ignorant statement.”

“Watch that attitude young lady, you will never be too old for me to backhand you.”

“That’s where you are wrong. If you lay a single finger on me, I will press charges.”

“How dare you! You are riding in my vehicle and staying under my roof and you would press charges on me after all your aunt and I did for you.” There was a tense silence but then he continued, “You know what, give me your money, you owe me for food and rent!”

“I need that money to keep my phone turned on so I can keep in touch with my band,” Alexandra protested.

“Well, that’s too bad. Now give me your money or you can find somewhere else to stay.”

“You’re such a jerk!”

“No, you just need a dose of reality, big time! Now give me your money…”

“I’ll speak to my aunt first,” Alexandra said, pulling out her phone.

“If you call her you can get out right now.”

“Then put me down right here. I’ve had enough of you anyway.”

“Fine, have it your way. Now get out!”

Alexandra unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

Her uncle then flung her violin in its case out the door then said, “And take that stupid instrument with you!”

An artist was standing on the sidewalk painting a portrait of children playing in the sunset and the flying violin knocked down his easel and ruined his painting.

The artist shouted sarcastically, “Thanks a lot you big stupid jerk!”

Alexandra’s uncle sped away.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Drive off like the coward you are.” The artist shouted again.

The artist had a look of crushing defeat on his face.

He sat on the steps of his building in a semi fetal position and rocked himself back and forth.

Alexandra walked up to him and said, “I’m so sorry and you are right he is indeed a jerk and a coward.” She set the easel upright then picked up the brushes and jars of paint.

An elderly black lady came outside and said, “Carlisle, I heard you shouting what happened, baby?”

Alexandra spoke up and told her, “It’s partially my fault, ma’am. My uncle was driving me to his house but we had an argument and he kicked me out of his truck. He then threw my violin out as well and it knocked this young man’s easel down and ruined his painting.”

“Well, I’m going to have to call the police then, people can’t just be abandoning minors on a city street.”

“But, I’m not a minor. I’m actually twenty-going-on-twenty-one,” Alexandra said, then continued, “But I do, however, have no place to go.”

The artist spoke, “Wow, I thought I had issues. I’m very blessed compared to you! My name is Carlisle Snowden by the way.”

“You are blessed, Carlisle and your blessings will continue as long as you be a blessing to others. Just remember to keep taking that medicine, keep letting your light of kindness shine to others around you and keep painting those beautiful pictures!” The elderly black lady said.

“It’s nice to meet both of you, I’m Alexandra Barbu.”

The elderly black lady answered her, “You can call me Mother Nellie. I look out for the whole neighborhood and I pray for everybody.” She paused and then said, “Something tells me there was a reason that both of you met.”

Carlisle’s face grew very serious as he looked at her and said, “Mother Nellie, if you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, I believe Alexandra is a bit too young for me.”

“Child, age is just a number. Besides, I know how lonely you are and how you’ve been praying that the Lord send you someone special. She just might be the answer to your prayers! I know you’re one of the few white men in the neighborhood and she is also white. I’m very aware of the racial tension that exists, so I think you and her would be perfect together! While I think mixed babies are beautiful, I know they receive a lot of ill-treatment in this cruel world.”

“You don’t look that old anyway,” Alexandra said.

“I just made thirty-four,” Carlisle replied.

“Wow. I thought you would have been twenty-two or twenty-three, twenty-five, tops. I mean, you are very cute!”

“Well, thanks. I get that a lot. But, see, I’m probably too old for you.”

“What if I told you that I’m very mature for a twenty-going-on-twenty-one-year old and I do like older guys?!”

“I don’t know. You are very pretty and you seem sweet, but I have a lot of reverence for you and…”

“You’re making me blush! It’s a good thing though if you have reverence for me, that means you would treat me well.”

“Yes, that’s true, I suppose.”

“We also have a lot in common, I mean we’re both artists in our own respects. I bet I could play my violin while you paint and inspire you to create some beautiful portraits or I could study your previous paintings and be inspired to play some beautiful music.”

“Come to think of that, as Mother Nellie said, I have been praying that the Lord send me a significant other, and I would want my relationship with her to have exactly those attributes. Maybe age is just a number after all.”

“Well, duh, silly!” Alexandra replied, then continued soberly, “But am I too fat for you, though?”

“As I said before, I think you’re very pretty, weight included! And more importantly, you have a beautiful heart and a brilliant mind!”

“You’re making me blush even more, but I feel so giddy!”

“I can see you blushing and I think it’s adorable! I’d like to kiss you where you are blushing, but I don’t want to overstep my bounds.”

“Aw, that is so sweet. By the way, you wouldn’t be overstepping your bounds. I’d want you to kiss me. In fact, come here and kiss me right now!”

Carlisle walked off the steps and onto the sidewalk.

Mother Nellie said, “I’ll leave you two alone.” She then went inside.

Alexandra grabbed Carlisle then pulled him to her. She wrapped her arms around him and placed her hands on his buttocks. Carlisle gently held Alexandra by her love handles then kissed both her cheeks. She smiled sweetly, then closed her eyes and pecked him on the lips. He pecked her lips in return. Their lips then locked and their mouths sucked and pressed on each other. Then Alexandra buried her face in Carlisle’s chest and he kissed her forehead.

The sun began to set and the Mercury began to drop.

Carlisle and Alexandra began to shiver.

“I can take you up to my apartment if you wish,” Carlisle said.

“Of course. Where else would I go?”

“I’m just making sure. You know I revere you.”

“I know. You’re very sweet!”

Carlisle then picked up his art supplies and opened the building entrance door for Alexandra…

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A Review of the Leatherman Wingman Multi-Tool

Just for the record, I do not own the featured image on this page, rather it is the property of Leatherman Tool Group, Inc.

I have been fascinated by tools and gadgets since my mid-childhood. I bought my first multi-tool at the age of nineteen (March 2006.) It was a Winchester and one of the very many Leatherman knock offs. I’ve also carried Gerber and Garrity multi-tools.

I bought my first “real” Leatherman, a Kick model, in January of 2010 as a birthday present to myself. That Leatherman Kick was what I was EDCing on my wedding day. Because that marriage was very faulty, I don’t like to be reminded of it and therefore I sold that particular Leatherman tool of mine at some point in late 2019 or early 2020. I wish wouldn’t have sold my Leatherman Kick, because it is now a discontinued model. For those of you who criticize me for being a divorced Christian let me just say that I bent over backward to make that marriage work, but after years of all sorts of abuse and neglect I suffered, not to mention frequent harassment from her family members, I gave up. I never once hit my then-wife now ex-wife and I never cheated on her either, though many times I was very tempted to cheat. I have since forgiven her and I’m only mentioning this as a teaching tool.

In the Fall of 2017, I purchased a Leatherman Style CS, second hand, but eventually sold it.

In February of 2018, I purchased a Leatherman Style PS, misplaced it and purchased a duplicate one in May of 2018 and I still EDC it to this day. It is featured in many of my selfies, usually clipped to the belt loop on my pants. I even wrote a review about it last year.

Earlier this month, I purchased a second hand Leatherman Micra.

Now, let me tell you, the reader, about my latest Leatherman, a Wingman, which I recently purchased and the story behind it.

I’ve wanted a Leatherman Wingman since it first came on the market in 2011 or 2012.

At the time I was married and definitely could not justify spending $30 for a multi-tool. But, oh man, did I ever want one!

I think most of all because a former coworker who was recently divorced in 2011 and had wanted me to be his wingman while he would frequent the bar rooms. As a Christian, I felt totally out of place in a bar room, but I didn’t mind drinking the very light amounts of excellent beer (for the taste, not the buzz) as well as eating the Buffalo Chicken and gourmet pizza, all on my friend’s dime. He’s now happily remarried and I can take some partial credit in that because I helped him set up his dating profile online in addition to being his wingman.

Anyway, I first saw a Leatherman Wingman at my local Academy Sports and Outdoors. When I got home, I did some reading on the said multi-tool and was thoroughly impressed. However, I was more focused at the time on buying budget-friendly (but name brand) flashlights because I always liked flashlights and entry-level scanners along with their accessories for my foaming hobby.

My EDC at the time consisted of either a Pelican MityLite 1900 (Xenon) or 1960 (LED), a 3 D sized Maglite (Krypton), a Klein Electrician’s knife, a Radio Shack Pro-404 and later a Mini Maglite (Xenon) along with a TI Math Explorer calculator. That was 2012 and incandescent flashlights were still in the mainstream market.

Fast forward to 2018-2020, I enjoyed my Leatherman Style PS very much and EDCed it continuously. I had a Sunday School teacher from May of 2018 until October of 2019 who also carried Leatherman tools on him, but his Leatherman tools were higher-end models than mine.

Starting in early December of 2019, I was footloose and fancy-free which meant that I didn’t have to answer to any significant other about what I had purchased. So I began to revisit the idea of purchasing a long wanted Leatherman Wingman

In January of 2020, I started going to my current church.

Now, Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior commands me not to brag about my love offerings and the only reason why I will in this piece because I find it to be a powerful testimony, otherwise, I would keep this to myself:
I do set aside a little cash each month to spend on myself for enjoyment, after my tithe, rent, utilities, credit cards, and debt management program are paid. In February of 2020, I was looking at eBay and discovered that gently used Leatherman Wingman tools were selling for $25 on there. I was planning on using that extra money to purchase a gently used Leatherman Wingman the following March. Then I was sitting in church one Sunday in late February 2020 and we were asked to consider giving to the building fund. God spoke to me right then and there and He told me to use that $25 for the building fund. He went on to say that if I did so, He would provide me with the funds for a brand new Leatherman Wingman instead of a used one. Because of some factors unknown to me, the MSRP for a brand new Leatherman Wingman is no longer $30 but $60. But I made a leap of faith and when I received my disability pension for March of 2020, I gave $18 of the $25 to the building fund. I needed to get some groceries with the other $7. Later this month I unexpectantly came into a decent sum of money, which allowed me to pay off the court fees for my divorce among other things. I also gave the remaining $7 of the $25 I promised God to the building fund as well as another 10% of the sum I recently received to my church. And of course, on March 17, 2020, I went to Lowe’s and purchased a brand new Leatherman Wingman and I own it free and clear! God did for me just as He had promised and He went above and beyond for me!

I’ve been so excited to share this testimony!

Now that I have shared it, I will write my review on the Leatherman Wingman:

This will be mostly my initial reaction because I have only owned it for about two days.

Let me first say that it is everything I hoped it would be.

It feels very comfortable but equally solid in my hand.

I dig the shiny finish.

The pants pocket clip is very sturdy and secure.

The spring action for the pliers and wire cutter implements are highly robust!

The nice clicking sound it makes while lining and locking the implements in place is very reassuring of how well it is made!

The Leatherman Wingman generously features 14 tools in 1:

I have commented on the implements that I have used since purchasing this awesome tool.

01. Spring-action Needlenose Pliers.
02. Spring-action Regular Pliers.
03. Spring-action Wire Cutters-I’ve tried these out on twigs and branches and they cut fairly decently, especially on drier pieces I’ve cut.
04. Wire Stripper.
05. 420 HC Combo Knife-This is both serrated and straight-edged and I must say the sharpness is almost on par with that of a Victorinox blade.
06. Spring-action Scissors-For these to work properly, the implement must be line and locked completely out, but it works very well.
07. Package Opener.
08. 1.5 inch/3.8 centimeter Ruler.
09. Can Opener-I wish the can opener design would be more like that of Victorinox, but maybe that would result in patent infringement?
10. Bottle Opener.
11. Wood/Metal File.
12. Phillips Screwdriver
13. Medium [Flat Head] Screwdriver.
14. Small [Flat Head] Screwdriver.

My only complaint thus far is the can opener because it isn’t as smoothly operated as what I usually use which is the can opener implement on a Victorinox Swiss Army Knife.

I know I’ve only owned it a couple of days, so maybe it will eventually wear out due to fatigue, but I plan to keep it and cherish it as a reminder of how my God blesses me and what just a little bit of faith will accomplish.

If I had my way, I would keep it on me at all times, but I must follow the laws of the land as a Christian, so therefore I will only carry it where I am legally allowed to do so.

Let me just say that weapons carrying ordnances won’t stop someone who wants to cause harm and may allow him or her to cause even more harm. We don’t have a weapon problem but we do indeed have a heart problem. Anyway, I wouldn’t want to use this as a weapon, to begin with, I see it more as a cool tool that happens to have two sharp blades on it, of which I could take or leave. But, I get it, the very concept that brought forth Leatherman tools, to begin with, was to have a pair of pliers with a knife on it and it was a multi-million dollar idea (maybe even in the billions now if we consider all of the knockoffs and copycats made globally.)

All in all, I give the Leatherman Wingman a 4.95 out of 5 stars, because the can opener implement is not what I am used to.

This, therefore, concludes my review of the Leatherman Wingman.

I hope you, the reader, have been informed, entertained and maybe even a little enlightened.

Thank you for reading!

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