Written By: Anthony Douglas Gere
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Crock Pot Love Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Recently, many members of my family have passed away, been very sick, and my two little
nephews are demanding to see their Uncle Fuck. Yeah they call me that. I think I wrote about it
before, but here is the readers digest, the youngest has a speech impediment, and everyone in
my family either calls me Papi or Chuck. Now, because he is 2 years old and has this lisp, he
tries to say Chuck, but it comes out sounding like, Fuck. True story. Anyway, another label I’ve
been called by those close to me is a “Urinator”. Now that might sound harsh or nasty, but it’s a
short – slang nickname for a longer meaning he gave to me. If you have spoken to me via
email, phone or in person, I think you might agree with him on some level, and if you haven’t,
then maybe this is foreign to you. His abbreviated definition of me being a “ Urinator”, is that I
represent a flow of words that start with the letter P. According to him, when interacting with me
on whatever level, I am “ Passionate, Productive, Positive, Precise, Patient and Particular”. I
fully live and die by the rule that whatever you put into something, you will get out with interest.
Now the thing is, sometimes if not always, it’s not just what you are doing, but what you are
not doing that can make or break a moment. Just like with those I meet, it’s not what you
say that draws me in or moves me away, but what is not said or done that sums up the
reason for the interaction. Sometimes supporting someone, is not doing things for them,
but allowing them to do things for themselves and including you instead of you inviting your
self or services. I was once in a relationship a while back, where both of us were pretty
descent people and got along in cosmetic ways. But together, we were a mess. We
weren’t good for each other because we both were so dominate in our personalities.
We didn’t compliment each other, and basically competed out of lust instead of unifying
into love. Just like in business, I feel and believe one thing that helped me in business
management was realizing my place. Many confuse that or the sector of business with
racism instead of placism, and get lost in the sympathy in looking for empathy in and
on why they’re not advancing or being looked over. I’ve seen many people get upset
with their boss because they felt like their boss was holding them back. Well just think
about that in the most purest way you can, and ask yourself via a third party, why would
anyone give someone, more bullets to shot in their gun than themselves when they
are aiming at the same target? I’m not saying its right, but survival is what this is all
about to me. I don’t care how cute a woman is, how smart, the way she performs in
or out of the bedroom and more. What I care about is filling a void that I cannot fill
myself, and accenting me in ways I cannot control within my self. I’m not saying
everyone should be like that, or even you, but for me, that’s what turns my tires, and
I’ve come to realize that while burning rubber in the drag race of life.
So back to the theory, and shaking off that rust and dust attached to my mind, body
and soul. In many relationships, many if not the majority fails or never become
complete for one main reason, communication. Now why the divorce rate is more
than half, why strip clubs are so popular and why mental infidelity is running amuck,
is that many don’t talk the same language as the person they are with, and for that
matter, to themselves. Now take for example a relationship is a meal; you have
breakfast, lunch and dinner and sometimes an occasional snack. Now,
sometimes you maybe tired and really don’t feel like preparing, cooking and
serving a meal, so you result to fast food. Sometimes you might skip a meal, and
sometimes you just might pick up something quick at the store and pop it in the
microwave. Now, referring back to the motto, “ You are what you eat”, where that
food goes (into your body), is what will represent your mood, thought process and
actions towards life. Now direct that same thought towards sex or intimacy, and
apply the same lessons. I mean really, lets get down, dirty and real with it, we’ve all
been there either mentally or physically. I mean unless you’ve been saving yourself
for that special one and just got kicked out of a cult, we’ve all experienced sex in some
shape or form. I’m not talking about the cosmetic stuff, I mean vaginally, orally and for
many, anal. Come on, even if you haven’t been to that special place physically, you
have mentally, so lets just put things on the table and eat this meal I am preparing.
Now, in referring back to that and picking your jaw up off of the floor, what made those
encounters enjoyable. I mean yeah, sometimes the fast food sex is rewarding, but it
doesn’t really fill you up and leaves you empty later on.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Recently, many members of my family have passed away, been very sick, and my two little
nephews are demanding to see their Uncle Fuck. Yeah they call me that. I think I wrote about it
before, but here is the readers digest, the youngest has a speech impediment, and everyone in
my family either calls me Papi or Chuck. Now, because he is 2 years old and has this lisp, he
tries to say Chuck, but it comes out sounding like, Fuck. True story. Anyway, another label I’ve
been called by those close to me is a “Urinator”. Now that might sound harsh or nasty, but it’s a
short – slang nickname for a longer meaning he gave to me. If you have spoken to me via
email, phone or in person, I think you might agree with him on some level, and if you haven’t,
then maybe this is foreign to you. His abbreviated definition of me being a “ Urinator”, is that I
represent a flow of words that start with the letter P. According to him, when interacting with me
on whatever level, I am “ Passionate, Productive, Positive, Precise, Patient and Particular”. I
fully live and die by the rule that whatever you put into something, you will get out with interest.
Now the thing is, sometimes if not always, it’s not just what you are doing, but what you are
not doing that can make or break a moment. Just like with those I meet, it’s not what you
say that draws me in or moves me away, but what is not said or done that sums up the
reason for the interaction. Sometimes supporting someone, is not doing things for them,
but allowing them to do things for themselves and including you instead of you inviting your
self or services. I was once in a relationship a while back, where both of us were pretty
descent people and got along in cosmetic ways. But together, we were a mess. We
weren’t good for each other because we both were so dominate in our personalities.
We didn’t compliment each other, and basically competed out of lust instead of unifying
into love. Just like in business, I feel and believe one thing that helped me in business
management was realizing my place. Many confuse that or the sector of business with
racism instead of placism, and get lost in the sympathy in looking for empathy in and
on why they’re not advancing or being looked over. I’ve seen many people get upset
with their boss because they felt like their boss was holding them back. Well just think
about that in the most purest way you can, and ask yourself via a third party, why would
anyone give someone, more bullets to shot in their gun than themselves when they
are aiming at the same target? I’m not saying its right, but survival is what this is all
about to me. I don’t care how cute a woman is, how smart, the way she performs in
or out of the bedroom and more. What I care about is filling a void that I cannot fill
myself, and accenting me in ways I cannot control within my self. I’m not saying
everyone should be like that, or even you, but for me, that’s what turns my tires, and
I’ve come to realize that while burning rubber in the drag race of life.
So back to the theory, and shaking off that rust and dust attached to my mind, body
and soul. In many relationships, many if not the majority fails or never become
complete for one main reason, communication. Now why the divorce rate is more
than half, why strip clubs are so popular and why mental infidelity is running amuck,
is that many don’t talk the same language as the person they are with, and for that
matter, to themselves. Now take for example a relationship is a meal; you have
breakfast, lunch and dinner and sometimes an occasional snack. Now,
sometimes you maybe tired and really don’t feel like preparing, cooking and
serving a meal, so you result to fast food. Sometimes you might skip a meal, and
sometimes you just might pick up something quick at the store and pop it in the
microwave. Now, referring back to the motto, “ You are what you eat”, where that
food goes (into your body), is what will represent your mood, thought process and
actions towards life. Now direct that same thought towards sex or intimacy, and
apply the same lessons. I mean really, lets get down, dirty and real with it, we’ve all
been there either mentally or physically. I mean unless you’ve been saving yourself
for that special one and just got kicked out of a cult, we’ve all experienced sex in some
shape or form. I’m not talking about the cosmetic stuff, I mean vaginally, orally and for
many, anal. Come on, even if you haven’t been to that special place physically, you
have mentally, so lets just put things on the table and eat this meal I am preparing.
Now, in referring back to that and picking your jaw up off of the floor, what made those
encounters enjoyable. I mean yeah, sometimes the fast food sex is rewarding, but it
doesn’t really fill you up and leaves you empty later on.