In Which We Run

Go to it, Nancy

I believe I have mentioned in the past my chronic runny nose, and by "mentioned" I mean "whined at length about."  The dripping from my nose never really stops, it just fluctuates between a light dribble and a full-on flood.  It runs in my family (did you see what I did there? Runs? Oh never mind.) My father, my brother, at least one of my nieces, we all got drippy noses.  

The medical industry was not able to give me any insights into this constant flow and so I turned to the internet, because isn't shopping for a diagnosis you like what it's there for?  Dr Google came through once again and explained that my condition is Non-Allergic Rhinitis, a runny nose that is not caused by any allergy.  That actually seems less like a diagnosis and more like a simple statement of fact, but it's more than any of the physical doctors with expensive degrees had come up with.  

Since that discovery, I've found out there's a similar condition called Geriatric Rhinitis, old people runny nose.  I'm not sure when, or if, I segued from one into the other, but since it doesn't seem to matter, I'm not really concerned. Again, no real cause or treatment, the medical community just shrugs and says get used to it.  Anyway, what brings up this whole fascinating insight into mrpeenee and his snot is that this afternoon I blew my nose, as I so very often do, and a gout of blood shot out of my nose and filled up the handkerchief.  What the fuck, Geriatric Rhinitis?

Staring at what looked like evidence from a crime scene, I should have been panicked or at least concerned, instead all I felt was mild annoyance.  I think when you reach my age, being faced with yet more evidence that you're falling apart isn't really shocking, you just file it along with all the other symptoms you've been collecting since the first Bush administration.  I am just glad it happened in the privacy of my bathroom.

Naked guys:

What else is the internet good for?  The wide world of smutty entertainment.  My Tumblr feed coughed up an image from something called "Cowboy Burlesque" which sounded like a very amusing idea and then, the very next day, my niece Amber was in a bad car wreck.  She escaped largely unscathed because she is such a good person and also because being a tough old lady runs in my family.  Anyway, Amber is very fond of cowboys and so I thought to include a Burlesque one here for her.  Imagine my disappointment when I went looking and it turns out they just take their shirts off, which is tame to the point of being insipid.  You call that burlesque?  I can only suppose straight ladies are more forgiving than The Gays, because if they tried to pull that in a queer stripper bar, there would be a riot.

If you're going to be throwing around the term "Cowboy Burlesque," you better come up with something like this.

The always alluring Zack Johnathan, co-starring the fatness of his wiener

Glossy

A late xmas present for everyone who thinks I include too few daddies here.

And a gift for all the buttchop lovers out there.

I know there are some who dislike gingers, but that is just the sexual equivalent of an eating disorder.

Boxing Day beef

You want a nice guy?  I'll give you a nice guy.

More muscle pussy, for all those who celebrate.

In which We Drip

 

There seems to be a sand dune lodged up inside my sinuses.  Although the weather here has been as delightful as usual (we only have two flavors, cool and sunny or cool and foggy, the ideal San Francisco summer,) the wind has been just one small step short of a hurricane. It hasn't rained since March, so that wind has lifted all the dust and dirt airborne and plenty of it has found its way up my nose. 

Runny noses run in my family.  My grandmother, my father, my brothers, at least one of my nieces, and I all go through life clutching a handkerchief. After a lifetime of dealing with snot, I decided to see what was causing it and to try and deal with it, so I slunk off to the thrill of an allergy test.  Because all that coughing and wheezing had to be the result of an allergy, right?  Right?

Wrong. Turns out I am allergic to absolutely nothing except dust mites, and there's nothing particularly unusual about that, everybody is allergic to dust mites.  Instead, I have non-allergic rhinitis, which is medical talk for "runny nose".  They don't know what causes it and there's no cure.  Those of us cursed with it are just stuck with noses that drip like a faucet that never quite turns off.  Just to make things better, it creates a loop: our sinuses get irritated from all the mucus passing through and that makes them create more mucus.  Drip drip drip. 

And that brings us back to the weather report.  One of the things that makes mine worse are breezy days like we've been having this month.  So maybe I should amend my earlier claim that I'm not allergic to anything and admit that I am allergic to the wind.  I could expand on that, but I need to go blow my nose.  Honk. 

Breezy boys: 

Get some sun this weekend.

This post is brought to you by the letter ass.

I'm hoping this isn't AI, although the size of that meat makes me suspicious.

Girl, your room is a mess.

Lotta buttchops this week, cause that is just what I have on hand.

I wish I had that on hand.

I had to go make a special prospecting trip to Tumblr just looking for dick pics.

I hope you appreciate all my hard work.

Who doesn't love a nice summery boy?