I have been watching Blood Ties, a supernatural show about a PI Vickie Nelson who takes on a case about what appears to BE a vampire but is actually a demon and meets a in-town vampire named Henry trying to stop it and they team up. Kind of like the show Supernatural with more sex allure and rubbing against each other between the main characters. I watch it before going to bed or when I can’t do anything else. I got it from the UK but it is a Canadian production set in Toronto, very similar to the Vampire/Detective series Forever Knight. Only with these differences:
*In Forever Knight our vampire was 500 years old and somewhat famous/same in Blood Ties only NOW he (Henry) is a Graphic Novel artist(hence, a "cool" vampire).
*In Forever Knight the vampire was turned into a vampire by a MALE who keeps showing up trying to get the vampire back though both are STRAIGHT. The vampire also has a MALE detective partner.
*Blood Ties we have Vicki (Straight HOT female), who is not in the force anymore because she is going blind (at night particularly), but has this “chemistry” with her MALE ex-partner (Mike). So when she hooks up with the MALE vampire (turned into a vampire by a FEMALE) who also is making the moves on her, this has a lot more chemistry – so like a Supernatural version of Bones (plus Vicki ends up with a goth secretary/researcher who wears different corsets every show – woo hoo!).
*So while in Forever Kight, with all these Straight guys standing around, not so interesting.
Last night I was watching an episode and Vicki was going on a jog, her ex-partner Mike joined her, they argued about Henry, and he split off and there she is in view (I think about to see a body or something) but mostly showing off her breasts which were size C or larger and I am thinking, “She has NO support for jogging…I mean, those suckers would be slapping her chin if she started sprinting.”)
Then I sit back in horror. I have stared at boobs and I am thinking, “That is completely improper support” instead of “Oh Boobs!” I am a little worried, concerned. Does this mean my “lesbian” instinct is dead? Is this the sign of my orientation dying out and that soon (shudder), I will start to become INTERESTED instead of averting my eyes when a guy takes off his shirt? It puts me into an orientation anxiety spiral. Luckily there is a scene of the secretary, with her pouty lips in a basque corset and I am all VERY interested in the show (people on the screen talking, will catch up later once corset and pouty lipstick leaves room). So, still a lesbian, only a shiver and a near miss at how my obsession with proper breast support is starting to dominate TOO MUCH of my brain.
Okay, deep breath. I went to boxing tonight with my volunteer aid, who was wearing a t-shirt which said, “Exploited” across her breasts and “”For a good cause” underneath. She saw me reading the t-shirt and said, “It was a charity…”
I put up a hand, “No explanation necessary," I said but thought, “Damn! Why didn’t I get a shirt like that!”
Ian, the coach decided to go out with a bang, which meant we did rounds with 1 minute of sit-ups and push-ups between, no break. Oh boy was my night care and I going to pay for this later. After about 30 minutes I wondered if I would EVER pick up anything with my right arm again (that was after two rounds, three minutes each of “cross punches” with the right). Anyway, I was all a sweat and got the job done but usually on a buzz for a few hours from the class but here, 30 minutes later the pain kicked in. In a hour, by the time night care had come, I had a slump-over.
My care worker did a stroke assessment and my tongue was curled over and I did a half smile and she said that I probably had a TIA which isn’t a slang for sex or anything but some sort of mini-stroke. But the neurologist who treated my grandfather said that while it will often look like TIA's, it is actually a sign of autonomic failure. Well either I am having mini-stokes in my EARLY 30’s (glares around) or I pushed a bit to much and the autonomic part is dropping parts of me (specifically my right side of the face, body, etc). Either way, I am thinking, “This is bad right, mini-strokes?” I mean, they never say, “Yeah, after that stroke, my piano playing REALLY improved.”
Oh well, I like to think of brain damage as just my way for getting ready for US reality TV shows. After that, I felt like someone decided to use the inside of my chest for an impromptu barbecue and my heart monitor showed around 30% erratic heartbeats and then I saw blue (literally). So I thought, well, no time like now to finish that blog. I mean, I could sit here and think about how MANY times I will ask for pain killers tonight or talk about a t-shirt with the word “Exploited” across the breasts; you know what I choose!
A few days ago Linda bought me a stem of orchids in a blue vase saying, “I got these because they remind me of you; beautiful but fragile.” So there was a moment of “Ahhhhh! Today, the orchids are looking decidedly dodgy and I asked Linda, “Was there another message you had with these orchids?”
And she said, “Yeah, they’re dying too!” And then laughed.
I am not sure to be glad that I married someone with a sick sense of humor as me or scared. I mean, she cares...she loves....she laughs maniacally.
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