“The electric man looks good today” ~ Sheryl Crow

That line was going through my head as I was cheesing like a fool at the attractive new mailman delivering to my house. Although my electric man is a charming wiseass who was probably a looker in his prime, hes also old enough to be my father. But the postman appears age appropriate and therefore fair game. But in this hyper-sensitive social environment, am I still allowed to look? Provided I keep my hands and unsolicited libidinous comments to myself (or anonymous here), of course. I’m horny but I’m not a creep.

It’s Veterans Day and I’m not changing my profile picture to one of me in uniform because that feels self-serving and attention-seeking. A little too “If everyone else jumps off a bridge”. I may very well jump off a bridge but I’ll be the 1st to go and not because I was pushed, thank you.

But back to the wave of exposure on a long tradition of Hollywood raping each other and sexual misconduct as a whole. I kept quiet during the #MeToo campaign until I read a man’s account of being molested in the military which hit close to home. He chose not to push the issue because it would have been an enlisted man’s word against a high-ranking officer’s word. In my case, I  would have been taking on a Navy SEAL who’s entire squad would have called me a liar to protect their “brother”. Yeah, well they were supposed to be my brothers too. I’m not overly sensitive, I swear. I’m not P.C. Sexually explicit jokes…sticks and stones, bullets and bombs, words cannot hurt me. But this was the one situation I could not overcome. And the one I can’t shake. That was not the enemy I expected to face in a war zone. And this is the first time I’ve admitted this publicly.

I suspect a direct correlation between my likeability and my give-a-fuck. At my age, after all these life experiences, I don’t, so I’m not.

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