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Hi all.  You may have noticed this already.  The last few blog entries each 

have recently received a comment.  Apparently someone wants us all to know he once suffered from having a small penis.  Geez.  I don’t know how to delete the comment.

It reminds me of a blog I wrote a while back about size.

http://www.shesofunny.org/2017/06/enlarge-compassion-sac.html

Us humans in general worry about the wrong things.  Just be a decent 

person. 

Speaking of decent human beings, a few things have made me feel all hope 

is not lost. 

https://www.commondreams.org/news/2019/07/17/dozens-arrested-over-1000-jewish-activists-and-allies-shut-down-entrances-ice?utm_campaign=shareaholic&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=facebook&fbclid=IwAR3xXgn7Y26A5faaIglNncek88rdoVUCEJ3uriayIs_P7bPbagBN_JHFld8

https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/70-catholics-arrested-in-dc-protest-over-trump-immigration-policies/2019/07/18/1f3b2bd6-a973-11e9-86dd-d7f0e60391e9_story.html?fbclid=IwAR1aLXWpcz4AIAOGkmhU547TGalFWeBda9wtAIyKhJX2SI_y8YuVglmxFtc&utm_term=.0748185ac8e8

(But if the sadism from the malignant narcissist in the White House with 

the support of his followers continues, I don’t know if we will recover.) 

Next time you see me, I’ll probably be a brunette again.  I’m in a 

production that needs me to have my original color hair.  I welcome the change.

By the way, I received a job listing that sounded right for what I could 

use right now.  Two evenings a week.  Perfect.  Teaching math to returning adult basic students.  They want an experienced person who understands the students and is dynamic.  I thought this is the job I can do now and that I qualify for.  It turned out to be for the place I worked for 18 years.  They HAD dynamic math teachers who understood the students.  They got rid of us.  Aside from a couple of lovely math teachers, they kept people students consider bitches.  A number of students complained to the coordinator about the evil ones, and they felt unheard.  The program is disintegrating.  It took years for the previous administrations to build it, and 2 years to destroy it.  Sound familiar?  Like our democracy (that still needed work) and has after 2 years been worn down to a very sad place.

I was tempted to apply, but I didn’t.  They want someone like me but who 

will drop their integrity to do shit like throw people out due to absences or latenesses.  Fuck that.  The only reason I ever got a student removed from my class is if they made the atmosphere feel unsafe.  I promised my class a safe space, and I meant it.  I don’t think we should repeat the crap that didn’t help people the first time around.  I don’t criminalize people for lateness, and I don’t want bullies ruling the room.

I can’t say it didn’t hurt to see that job listing.  One of the other loved 

(by students and unappreciated by administration) math teachers also received it and contacted me.  I told her, “They had ‘dynamic’ and they didn’t appreciate it.” 

Of course the students are who lose out.  Of all the former co-workers 

and friends I told about the job opening, only the former counselor (who can see from the students’ view) told me to apply.  My best buddy told me to apply just for the “shits and giggles.”  I haven’t.  I’m enjoying being appreciated.  The thing with teaching, I normally feel appreciated by the students.  It’s the administration I have trouble with.  When I first began at that place, the administration both appreciated me and seemed to hate me.  That’s a longer story.  They liked my work, just didn’t like me.  I told one of them that my ‘work’ was an extension of me and who I am; it wasn’t a sofa I bought in a store. 

Geez.

At least I got some comedy bits out of all that.  But I need to get more 

comedy, poetry, or prose out of all the shit I went through.  I am writing memoir about my years in adult education. 

The beauty that no one was able to poison is many former students from 

several jobs are in contact with me.  I LOVE hearing when someone who had been in my class continued on and earned their diploma.  No matter what I may be going through in my personal hell, it makes me smile. 

Speaking of smiling, laughing, and all good feelings –

September 13, 2019 – Comedy show at The Starving Artists 

Café (now The Artist) 8pm.  $10 to enter.  Jar passed around later for the comics.  This is a show I’m booking and can guarantee a good time.  249 City Island Avenue, City Island (the Bronx), New York.  Line-up:  Lisa Harmon!  Mark Larsen!  Melissa Diaz!  Joanna Briley!  I will host.  Laughter is guaranteed.  The weather should still be pleasant, and everyone should visit City Island especially if they live in NYC.  It’s a lovely experience.  Come early, walk around, and explore.  Then get your butt to The Artist before 8pm and laugh with us! 

  

          Love to CGG-M 

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I am sorry that so many men are obsessed with penis size. They worry about the wrong organ. There needs to be a Viagra for heart size and dysfunction.

I know many might tell me that penis size does matter to women.  If you are abnormally small or large, yes that would likely be an issue.  We do need to feel it, yet we do not want to need the ER. 

The size of one’s humanity matters more to so many of us.  If any woman ever made you feel bad about the size of your genitals, that was a rotten thing for her to do.  It is her flaw, not yours.

I’ve known men who wouldn’t work on their main relationship in a genuine way, but would take pills with unknown side effects to make sure their dick worked.  I often thought what about trying to have an honest relationship where your dick isn’t weighed down by all the lies and cheating and being shitty in general.  But that doesn’t come in pill form.

Some of you may want to tell me about all the women who alter themselves – boob jobs, nose jobs, etc.  They also are focusing on the wrong parts most of the time.  Nobody I know looks forward to wrinkling, but when messed with too much, some people end up looking much worse.

I believe there is a good place for plastic surgery – burn victims is one example.  But deciding you need a bigger anything due to standards set by others is where I feel we’ve been pressured into a view that may not have authentically been ours to begin with.  I know of no newborn who cares if the feeding comes from a small, medium, large, or extra-large breast.  As long as that mammary gland is working and its owner is loving, don't mess with a perfect happening.

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One day when I was on the fence fighting off the depression alligators (a not-terrible day when I can put up a good fight), I decided to go to a comedy open mic I'd never been to before.  I was hopeful about steering the rest of the day in a different direction.  The cost was $5 and a drink.  

I showed the host my $20-bill and asked if I should buy my drink first.  He said yes.  After breaking the twenty, I handed him a $10-bill.

"Is that better?" I asked.

"It's smaller," he said.

"Well, sometimes smaller is better," I blurted, unable to resist.  We both laughed. 

"I never heard that from a woman before."

"That's because you don't hear us."

The open mic show was as much like an actual show as I've ever seen (though I've seen actual shows that were like an open mic).  No notes were allowed during one's set.  Both hosts practiced saying my last name before the mic began.  It was the second time I've ever seen a comedy open mic be attended equally by women and men.  From beginning to end, it was actually the first time.  That may or may not have been normal for this mic.

My set was very well received which felt really wonderful and made me feel so glad I decided to do this.  Feeling welcomed like I was helps me do my best.  I've done okay in less friendly environments, but it's just less joyous an experience for me.

 A female comic got up there talking about how she and her friends share how big their boyfriends' dicks are.  Then she admitted that she prefers them medium-sized.  Reflexively, my head spun around and the host that I had that earlier conversation with was diagonally across the room.  He looked at me too, we both pointed to each other, and had to laugh.

In one night, two women may have changed his world.  Yes, worlds change when women are heard. 

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