JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER HEAR FROM ME AGAIN.....

Yes, I am still alive and kicking. Kicking the shit out of myself more often than not but kicking none the less.

On the health side I am now officially diagnosed with Chronic Pancreatitis which, according to Dr. Google, means that I have 10 more years to live. Well, I am not predisposed to agree with that and plan to be around a lot longer than that. But it means that I am having to take the most god awful and expensive medication called Creon with every meal and even when I have a snack. My glucose is trying to right itself slowly with the aid of twice daily insulin injections into my stomach which is not a lot of fun but is necessary. The elevated levels of glucose due to my diabetes has placed me in the category of a level 3 kidney disease patient and that will soon be addressed by yet another medication. Oh, and I know wear a Dexcom G7 device that lets me know my sugar levels every 5 minutes which, for someone with an obsessive personality, gives me something to worry about when before I only got readings 4 times a day while I stuck pins in my fingers to get a blood sample. My heart still works but for some reason is not pumping with enough force to get adequate circulation to my legs and arms which leaves me chilled most of the time. But we are working on that as well. We are looking at inserting a device that will increase the pumping ability of my heart. My prostate is still a problem and we are investigating a number of ways to deal with that all of which involve a very attractive Urologist handling my private parts and it takes all that I can muster not to great him with a raging hard on each time he touches Mr. Wiggly. And let me say just one more time...growing old is a bitch!!!!

So that pretty much is a picture of how the universe is conspiring to make my life a daily challenge.

Now for the romantic side of my otherwise dull and boring existence.

My gorgeous South American gentleman continues to be the focus of most of my mature romantic interest. I say mature because that relationship continues to mature into one of great friendship with only a touch of sexual fantasy. I really do see, more and more, it growing into a friendship that will last a lifetime. And I am honored to be allowed to watch as he grows and matures and explores new areas of himself. Much of his growth mirrors a lot of my youth is so many ways. Of course we did not have the Internet and its means of broadcasting sex on demand and I had to venture into some pretty shady areas when I was a sex worker. Even got into a disagreement with a "trick" once that resulted in my having my face bashed in and needing all of my upper front teeth capped.

Alright, I know you all are wanting to know what ever happened with Mr. Cleveland. Well, after hard nosing it for two weeks he finally did send a video of himself (sort of a selfie) with incredibly romantic music in the background. So that on again/off again romance is back in full steam with proposals of a lifetime together. The only problem is that he would not be able to move to Abilene (or Texas for that part) and, due to my health, my insurance and the network of beautiful young specialist that I have managed to gather around me I would not be able to move to Cleveland. So that one is probably not going to continue much longer. But we shall see. As you will find in the next paragraph I am becoming the main course in a first come first served romantic quest to lifelong bliss with someone who worships me and loves me with that purest form of love...the one formed online without ever actually seeing one another much less ever touching with a handshake or anything else your mind can conjure up.

(This paragraph has been altered from the original posting.) So, who is this mysterious third man in my life? Well he lives in Vermont ( so he will be called Mr. Vermont) but has to travel a lot for business. And, by his own admission, he is a Gerontophile. That in itself makes him the front runner of my romantic interest. Add to that the fact that he is in prime physical shape, hung like a healthy horse, is a bottom but versatile, is absolutely beautiful to look at and yes we have exchanged those kinds of photographs and videos involving sexual behavior including full body naked selfies. And, he for some reason, really loves and is turned on by every wrinkle and sag this old mans body has. And this old man is also turned on by him, his body and most of all, his affection directed to me.

Oh, and did I mention that he is ready to just pack up and move to Abilene yesterday if I would have let him. This will be his base of operations, he will work out of home until we can set up office space and staff for him. And home has to wait until the end of November when my lease is up here at "the home".

So, it looks like he is going to be the winner of the Jon Newman lottery. He knows everything about me financially, physically, emotionally and all about my health.

So in that proverbial nutshell you have a briefing of what has been happening in my life. And, except for the health shit, my life is better than it has ever been except for the life I had with My Robert. And Mr. Vermont knows all there is to know about My Robert and me.

Now, I will try to not have so much time pass between postings here in the future. I hope you are all well, happy and living lives that are filled with peace and joy.