A short sleep punctuated by unusually vivid dreams about some bodies that I used to know, way back, like ’84.

I woke with sudden realizations about some of them, which seemed profound and might be.

Certain of the revelations are not fit for print, which is a lie because (to the chagrin of many) there is nothing actually unacceptable for this print.

That’s just my way of saying I have my reasons for not sharing and potentially offending.

However. There was a feeling in part of the dream that led me conclude that a former mentor and lover of mine was an expert not only in English Lit, but in modus vivendi.

Which coincidentally is my passion and my job now, too.

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If you’re a woman, pretty much the highest level of spiritual authority you can attain within the Witnesses of Jehovah is to marry well and become a Circuit Overseer’s Wife.

Informally known as, and this is true: a COW.

One time very early on I got a crush on a CO’s daughter. But my affections were not reciprocated: “Never did like mama’s homemade dress; papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough“.

Well Miss Jackie, it has been quite some few decades, but it’s never too late to tell you to go fuck yourself.