I’m reading the novel Contra natura by the Spanish writer Álvaro Pombo. It’s his magnum opus about homosexuality. The novel is good (although not an easy read for a hetero woman) and it made me think of current events.

All of this transgender furries stuff is supposed to be the purview of men who are too old to get aroused without increasingly exotic forms of stimulation. For 22-year-old men, it really shouldn’t be that hard to get aroused. It should be the most natural thing in the world. It’s later on, with age, when people can no longer get there without additional effort that some (obviously, not everybody) start exploring fetishes and all that stuff.

In any documentary about the kink circles filmed 20 years ago or earlier, you’d see that everybody is well-worn. These are people who wore out their bodies and can’t get them to function without additional effort. The only fresh-faced 20-year-olds there would be prostitutes.

Something went really wrong on a purely physical level for such very young men to need so much additional stimulation to get going. Without years of hard drugs, even 50 is way too young. In Pombo’s gay novel, it’s the 65-year-old character who has this problem while 25-year-old guys can’t even comprehend what he’s doing and why.

I’m not saying that every 65-year-old will have a severe problem like this. A certain kind of lifestyle tends to lead in this direction. But there’s definitely no reason for 20-year-old guys to be furries. Impotence did not used to be a young man’s problem.

I watched a whole video on how to fold fitted sheets. After watching the video, I realized that this is how I will be tortured in hell. I ended up packing the stupid things into a see-through bag in which a large blanket used to live.

After hours spent organizing the linens closet, my watch is telling me it’s OK to end the workout now because I’m overdoing the intensity of my exercise. Cleaning is such a waste of time. Yes, I now have a perfectly organized linens closet. But what about everything else? By the time I clean other parts of the house, the linens closet will be a mess again.

Everybody grieves in their own way. If Charlie Kirk’s widow needs to film herself crying by the casket, then she should. One truly never knows how grief will manifest. The mind enters a survival mode and works out its own way to process. It’s not going to be the same way for everyone.

There was a reader on this blog some time ago. A great, very active reader. But in the spring of 2014, only a few months after my son’s death, she decided that she knew exactly how parents of stillborn babies needed to grieve. It’s ok to have an opinion, especially when you haven’t been touched by a certain kind of tragedy yourself, but she started to deploy her opinion at me very insistently. It was actually quite embarrassing to watch.

Albert Camus described precisely this bovine conviction that one’s emotional response is the correct one in his novel The Stranger.

Ten years old.

His high school classmate says Tyler was “a Reddit kid.” Internet obsessed.

And yes, he’s a murderer. A terrible person.

But it’s still sad.

A woman got out of her jeep at a gas station at midnight and was screaming and wailing into the phone, completely freaking out, saying that her son had been arrested for assault and it was completely unfair, he never could have done it.

I wondered if the son had inherited his temperament from her because she was acting scary and I wouldn’t put an assault past her.

I’m going live again today at 5 pm CT here:

After that, no more videos until next week, I promise.

The same people who think it’s ok for men to identify as women are mocking Kash Patel for saying “see you in Valhalla” in his goodbye to Charlie Kirk. I’ve seen some very racist memes on leftist channels.

Seriously, why can’t Patel be inspired by Norse mythology which is the shared patrimony of humanity? Because of his ethnicity? Is that where we are?

You can dislike Patel for any number of reasons but this?

Yes, this costume practically screams “huge respect for Trump.”

What’s wrong with these people? Are they legally blind? Their brains are on the fritz?

It gets worse. They are now hounding some older guy with the same name who is a Trump supporter. That poor dude has nothing to do with any of this but they are dragging him because why not. This is when one really appreciates having a weird name.

It never occurred to me to end relationships with left, far-left, or far-far-left people in my life. Such thought never visited me. But three people so far ended their relationship with me because I revealed I’m now conservative. And I don’t have that many people in my life to begin with.

A fifteen-year friendship where we’ve truly been through some hardcore shit together. All erased to the point where she couldn’t even put a heart on my post on FB about the anniversary of my son’s death. Let alone send a text message. Turns away from me in the street. And all because I criticized one policy by Governor Pritzker. That’s the extent of her exposure to my beliefs. Fucking Pritzker is why out friendship is over. I listened to a decade and a half of her expression of her far-far-left beliefs, and I didn’t drop her over that.

And yes, it hurts.  Also, yes, it’s not everybody. I’m deeply grateful to people who are not like that. But it’s incomprehensible to me that you can just erase people from your life because they don’t like one policy by one stupid Pritzker. There wasn’t a conversation, an attempt to debate. A switch has been flipped and, bam!, you are gone. Three times it happened already.

We are not the radical ones here.