Get loved on, fools. If you have somebody to love on this day, do your duty. If you have not, well, yours is another kind of love. The love of your fellow humans, of those kinds of humans that can have love for you. Like me, por ejemplo. I can love you. It’s easy. Mwah! I blow kisses. Or offer solemn salutes, if that’s more your speed. Fist bump? A terrorist fist jab..?
How do I love strangers? Let me count the ways:
I’m an everyday people fetishist. If you don’t look like a model, you’re probably on the list of people I’d bone, if I wasn’t in a closed relationship, and if you were amenable. Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you, baby. Especially if you’re over forty and overweight like me. Yeah, I’m talkin’ to me, baby.
That was a bit off color. Moving on…
We’ve all got our own row to hoe, as they say. I respect the struggle.
We are all subject to egregious indignities, and slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Your pain is not worth it, but it does ennoble you nonetheless.
We are all made out of the same parts in varying proportion, mentally and physically, and how could I hate somebody like me? That would be like hating myself, which is just not in my nature to do. The people on my shitlist had to work pretty hard to earn that position.
And if you’re here, it’s probably because you have similar values to me, whether we agree about every last detail of it, and that makes us comrades. Camaraderie is no joke.
While I can’t be very emotionally available to very many people, I will generally do my best. If you need some affection, holler at your dogg. I will love upon you in the comments below.
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