Lansing Bae

 I had an interesting sexual encounter when traveling to Detroit two weeks back for my former Pastor's funeral.   There was this guy named Rodger that messaged me back in January wishing me a Happy New Year and complimenting my photos.   Rodger himself was a taller beefy guy in mis mid-30s from Lansing, MI.

We chatted back and forth for a bit and then he told me if I ever traveled to Detroit he would host me.   It so happened that I would be heading there under sad circumstances.   There was a snowstorm that was heading to Chicagoland that Friday so I decided I would venture to Lansing the night before hoping to avoid it.   Unfortunately I hit lake effect snow along the Michigan border which made for some scary driving.   The storm actually did not reach the Lansing area yet as it was thankfully clear.

The plan to stay at his place that night fell through since he said he had a show to do.   At first I thought he was a drag artist since on his profile he's posed with a few.   But he mentioned being a doorman for the show.   Since he wasn't able to host he mentioned meeting me late that morning after the show.

I honestly didn't think he'd meet me.  I did prepare myself just in case with a shower and douche but I fully expected him not to show.

I fell asleep watching some bad reality TV and was awaken by a loud knock just after 3am.   I got up and went to the door and to my surprise Rodger came in.   He was even more handsome in person.   We quickly said hello and it wasn't long before he was kissing me.   He then pushed me on the bed and proceeded to take my pajama bottoms off.    Soon after he pulled my top off and proceeded to suck me and toss my salad.

After a few minutes he asked for lube which I provided.   I did the sinful and let him fuck me w/o a condom but it felt so good.   It's been so long too since I've been fucked.   He seemed to really be into it as he thrusted me open and eventually planted his seed in me.

I will say that I felt scared and guilty afterwards but he assured me that he tested recently and came back negative.   Nonetheless I will now have to get tested sometime late May, early June to make sure I'm negative.

He said that he would come back in the morning for round two.   By morning though the snow had reached Lansing.   I gave him an excuse that I was still sore from earlier (which actually I was) but I was afraid to let him fuck me raw again.   Effectively I knew I'd have to make my way to Detroit but I invited him to meet me for breakfast since he lived only a mile from hotel.    But he made an excuse that he was snowed in (which I wasn't sure I believed since while the snow was falling fast, there wasn't a lot of accumulation on the ground yet).   I do think he would've came over if I was open to round 2.   But I let it go as I had a quick breakfast at I-Hop and made my way to Detroit.

He sporadically messaged me since then to see when I will head back to Detroit.   I'll definitely have to do the conversation on condoms though.   That may be his deal-breaker but I just can't risk getting anything at this stage of my life, especially with being married to Dom (even if we don't have sex anymore).

But it made for one of my hottest sex stories I've experienced in a long time.   It was nice to feel wanted and desired even if it was for a few stolen moments.

Grumpy Old Men

 Shit is getting scary with Dom and I.   Since his fall at Costco he's gotten slower again and now has ordered a cane to assist him in walking.   He's been on a cane kick lately ordering a pair for his parents as well.   

And today he had an appointment to get blood drawn at the clinic.   He asked if I wanted to go with him.  I honestly wasn't keen on it but decided to tag along.   He was a scary driver the entire trip, cursing idiot drivers (there are a lot) and dodging and weaving his way along the way to his appointment.   Unfortunately the hospital staff complain if you're even one minute late but if you get early they still make you wait past your time.   So he was on edge the entire time and making me edgy.  

He acknowledged that's he's becoming grumpy in his old age.   He turns 59 in June while I'm creeping towards 51.   In fact I need to get a colonoscopy done now that I'm 50.   Actually I remember reading that black folks needed to do them at 45 so I'm more than 5 years behind.

But it's crazy to see how quickly Dom is slowing down.   Even when he stands up, he has to stand still for a minute before walking since he feels like he's losing his balance.   At times even when walking he feels like he's losing his balance.   He also unfortunately has been having pancreas issues and is involuntarily leaking liquid out of his anus.   I'm not sure it's a leaky gut.   Getting old is so much fun.

I myself am noticing my feet are hurting more since I've had to commute to the office periodically.  I'm walking at a decent pace but it amazes me how some folks always seem to walk even faster.   My teeth are a lot more sensitive these days to cold.

I do try to take various supplements to stave off stuff but it doesn't seem to be working.   Since COVID has hit the scene and doesn't seem to be going away, I've been taking daily supplements of Quercetin and NAC.   Quercetin is touted to help with inflammation, immune support, and respiratory health.   NAC helps to replenish glutathione levels which in turn helps improve brain health and also helps improve lung function.   I also take chlorella, spirulina, and magnesium daily.   I periodically take Vitamin C, D, and K and started taking Niacin as well since it's supposed to help with circulation.    

It's hard to say whether any of this is doing me any good or if I'm just wasting my money.  Eugene always used to tell me I was looking for quick fixes.   But I'm trying to slow down the signs of aging and the maladies that come with it.   We'll see in time what happens.

End Of An Era

 Well I did it.  I successfully obtained the Salesforce Business Analyst cert on my 3rd attempt last weekend.   I was nervous as hell taking it but I felt more at ease as I answered the questions, feeling very confident in my choices.  Still when it came time to submit the test I was a twinge of nerves.   I pushed the button, closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I saw the four letters I longed to see.   PASS!   I was so elated and screamed for joy when I got inside my car.   The minimum passing percentage was 72%.  I got 85%.   Woo hoo!

So now that I have the certification I can begin my search for a Salesforce business analyst role.   I know it won't be easy as I hate interviewing and it took me 40 months to get my current role.    But whatever happens I'll take it in stride.   Interestingly enough my manager spoke to me briefly Friday about a potential new opportunity to specialize in a particular role within Support.  I don't know much about the details but will have to see what it entails.   It would be nice if it means I can reduce my case load but I'm sure that won't be the case.    I'm also in line to get a merit increase of 5% - 6% which will definitely be put to good use.

In other news, I received sad news from Tasha a few days ago.   Our family Pastor who served over 60 years in the Archdiocese of Detroit and was the principal priest at our Church for over 50 years, died on 02/26.   He was 92 years old, the same age my Dad was when he passed.

Our Pastor wed my parents, baptized my sisters and I, and presided over the funeral services of both of my parents.   He's done the same for many others in the community and no doubt his passing will leave a great void within the Church.

I have my own memories of him during my formative years when I worked with my Dad at our Church.  I remember there was one time when he and I went to deliver supplies to a local food bank.  This random kid around my age came up to me and asked if my Pastor was my father.   I was taken aback and I remember looking at our Pastor who gave me a smile.   I told the kid no but I felt guilty about it afterwards.   Technically he wasn't but he was our spiritual father.

I have other memories of helping him and his secretary write up some basic code to print out some letters.   Of course I remember him preaching every Sunday when the family went to Church and my time serving on the altar, first as an altar boy and then as a Minister of Service up until my mid-20's.

The funniest memory I have of him was when there was a group of us including him went up to Mackinac Island for the weekend.   I was 12 or 13 at the time and traveled by bus with my Grandma (who was really my Dad's cousin) and around 30-40 other folks.   So when it came time to decide where to sleep, it was decided that my Grandma along with another group of ladies would stay in one building.   There were several small cabins where we stayed and it was decided that I would room with our Pastor.   

So there was only one small bed in the room.  He offered up the bed to me and slept on the floor.   That was how selfless he was.  So we had to share one blanket and at some point during the night, he pulled the majority of the blanket towards him.   Later that night I must've been dreaming of home and being awaken to get ready for school.    I yelled out to Mama that I was getting up and coming to the kitchen.   I quickly woke up and didn't know if I said it out loud or not.    

Later that morning I told the Pastor that he was hogging all the covers that night.   Without missing a beat he countered back that he was awaken by me talking in my sleep.   I was so mortified at the time but it made for a funny memory soon afterwards.

Since our Pastor had such a huge impact on the community, they are allowing three days for folks to view his body before the final service on 03/10.    I was thinking of going to the service but then Tasha pointed out that there would likely be a huge crowd (including media).   So instead my sisters and I will go Friday to view his body.    As it is they plan to livestream the viewing for all three days.

I couldn't help but notice that it was just a little over six months after my Dad passed that our Pastor died.    They were born almost 12 months apart with my Dad being the older of the two.   With the passing of our Pastor, two influential men that shaped my formative years growing up are now on the other side.   It truly is an end of an era.

It'll be interesting to see what happens with the Church in the coming weeks and months.  The Church always had been controversial in the Catholic community since our Pastor allowed women to serve on the altar which at the time was a big no-no.   Also within the Church, the board of the Church tended to clash at times.   So I am curious to see who will attempt to fill our Pastor shoes.   Time will tell.