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But on the Other Hand, Trying to Be Good by John DAgostino, Eccentric Outsider Artist, a.k.a. John Dog 
“Hustler--Relax, It’s Just Sex” Venice Beach, USA 2004 copyright James Startt http://www.jamesstartt.com/
Sometimes I get the blues. We all do. But lately it has been more often than not. I write some nasty stuff. Never vicious just dirty little ditties about beer and titties. I haven't had a decent relationship in years. I haven't sold a painting since I can't remember when. I left my last job on the verge of a nervous break down 26 months ago and still counting. I been down so long it looks like up.
If you've been following my blog then you know I am fighting some demons. I also been fighting the pain of having my heart stomped on repeatedly with long spiked heals. So in my stories women are not always, correction, rarely, portrayed as anything but objects of carnal desire. Check out the photo above taken by a very old friend of mine, Jim. I've known him and his wife forever. We met in Africa over 20 years ago. They now live in Paris. He and his wife have been together since high school and they have a lovely daughter named Ella, after Ella Fitzgerald. To my readers I want to convey the same message as the picture, Relax, it's just sex.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."
I'm doing ok today. Two paragraphs and I'm remaining positive. Let's try for a third. See more of these paintings at my site 
Why am in such a good mood today. I'll tell you why, it's because I got a very beautiful e-mail from someone very nice. You know who you are. But that's all I'm gonna say 'bout that because .... well just because. Another really cool thing happened last night. By the way I'm running on coffee and co ke (the drink not the drug) this morning. Had three hours sleep. I used to sleep 5 hours a night, but lately I've been waking up after only 3. That's four days this week. Anyway, the daughter of a friend of mine gave me a drawing that she drew with magic markers. She is six and bright as a new penny. It's a picture of a mouse car with a mouse head on the hood and tail in the back and a little mouse getting into the car. The roof of the car is domed like a mosque. Their hotel is by a mosque. I don't know if they have mice at the hotel, but could be. I'm starting to sweat. That's three paragraphs and I haven't used the 'F' word once. I don't know if I can go on, but I'll try. One more paragraph and I think I'm done. I don't want to push my luck.
These posters are definitely attention getters and I bet a lot more baby turtles will be born because of them. I've been a backer of Women's Rights for a long time. I remember the early days of the Women's Movement. The third wave that is, not the Susan B. Anthony era. My hair might be grey, but I ain't that old. I'm talking about the late 60s, early 70s when women were marching in the street and burning their bras. I was always right there with open hands ready to support them. Go ahead and groan, but it's true.
"Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck" Opps, he SAID it not me.
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