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A steamy book by a new Author crossed my desk during the recently past holidays. “Brave New Woman (Brave New World)” by Lena Rose [Independent, October 31, 2018; 197 pages] is the kind of book I have never read, afraid it might plant sexy seeds in my mind, which I might not be able to grow when I put it down.

I am admiringly amused by the stalk of Indian corn on the cover as a phallic symbol – a hint of what’s to come (pun intended). Here, Rose combines historical facts with the theme of forbidden love, into an erotic thriller which hooked itself to my bedside table by the third chapter; I read a chapter nightly before I turned the light out to sleep during the past couple of weeks. I don’t want to hint at the story-line, lest I spoil the drama for you, but the twists and turns had me rooting for one of the main characters, who reminded me of the 1973 hit song by Cher, “Half-Breed”.

Its not easy to pen a good novel – or “novella” as she describes it. Lena employs all the right ingredients: the inciting incident, complications, crisis, climax and resolution in the graphically described erotic narrative. Her vividly accurate descriptions show the research she must have done into that period of American history.

The line spacing throughout the pages makes it an easier on the eyes read. Yet, missing is a publisher company name (she can make one up which suits her) on the lower back cover (with logo), and a title page preceding the Table of Contents. Also, maybe a dedication page would be cool there too!

Upon conclusion, she unabashedly asks for reviews on the same last page – before the reader can fully digest the final scenes. That gave me pause, seemed slightly dilettante (I guess because of eagerness for her first self-published book to do well) and therefore, I compliment this story with four-out-of-five fountain pens and recommend you add it to your library bookshelf.

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*Pickkhitt: which bringz to mind…another classic record from my pre-radio DJ days, listening to “Musicradio77WABC, New York City” You know I always end a post with a song

“It takes two to make a thing go right…(or wrong, lol)” ~ Lyn Collins, 1972

Where did all of this sudden talk of “sexual harassment” come from (again)?
Have we lost again our “moral compass”?

I digress.
So, just when Bill Cosby’s scandal died down, did they have to conspire to come up with more of this? Do you remember Anita Hill’s accusations against Supreme Court Justice, Clarence Thomas? He still got onto the bench!

When we had a collective sense of humor, flirting was flirting and teasing was teasing and (sometimes) pleasing.

“It takes two to tango” is the legendary phrase and I do not like that females save this nonsense for years and and years and then, when a man becomes powerful in the legislature, career or is on the deathbed of his career, they choose to mysteriously reveal a “sexual” transgression of the distant past. To what end? I wish several of them to be discredited as the Gold-diggers that they are very soon! It is ridiculous.

For those of you reading here who are not in the USA, all the news is suddenly about scandal, and not much helpful policy is being enacted among our lawmakers, as we end the year 2017. On the spur of current media moments, all kinds of hidden women come from many years ago, to tarnish the reputation of men in power with accusations of a “sexual misconduct” or “inadequate touch”, “groping” and “sexual harassment”. Where is the Alpha Male backlash?
For me it’s like a troubling fashion trend and mildly amusing. Why, if true at that time, they did not say anything! “Oh, I would not have gotten that role in the movie!” they pine. Bullshit. There would have been another role and another Producer.

Not all are choir boys, mind you, but very cool and influential and successful legislators such as long-time Congressional Representative, John Conyers. Then there is a former comedian, who was elected to Congress as a Senator, Al-Franken, which is a strange and not-to=be-taken-seriously mix; I never think a comedian should run for office these days because they do quirky things for laughs! Even a racist Southerner from Alabama (a very mean and intolerant state here), Ray Moore, faced charges as he currently runs for an upcoming election, since the Hollywood energy broker Harvey Weinstein was outed this past summer of 2017, for past sleazy deals with aspiring actresses. He deserved it, but did his revelation mean that it is now “open season” on all men of consequence? Are there any videos? What is considered “harassment”,specifically? The news reports do not describe it. Was it consensual or mischievous playful courting?

“Who among us has not a skeleton in their closet??”

What about the female’s role in all of this? Have they come to auditions dressed as Nuns? Nyet. In most cases, they are hot, use the low-cut, tease-a-peek at the breasts move with a short skirt and all of the Marilyn Monroe moves they have been taught by the media and their elder role models, in-order to entice the decision-maker. It take two to tango!
I wonder if the legendary NBA basketball great, Wilt “The Stilt” Chamberlain, who bragged of having bedded “20,000 women” would in this day be accused of “twenty-thousand counts of sexual harassment”? It was unheard of!

We need, as the late Marvin Gaye sang, more “Sexual Healing”, or will we end up with a society without sex?! I think some prudish women want it that way. Maybe they cannot orgasm (“finish” or “come”) and misery loves company. By they way, I heard that most television News Directors are females, these days. Hmmm, what drives these kind of stories better than those in that position?

Even an excellent news person and journalist, Charlie Rose, is the latest casualty of the sudden Puritan hypocrisy here on the eve of Thanksgiving, 2017! Where will it end? Oh, so these women do not want sex?? Will we end-up with a sexless society without male anchors unless they are homosexuals or Eunuchs? The end of flirting; the end of double entendre`; the end of rapping to “get some”… This, it seems to me, is where we are heading and I am glad I am on the other side of sixty to likely not have to observe this destiny. If you like a chick at your job, as a man, now how can you approach her without feeling that, if she doesn’t like you, she can mention the “SH-word” and have you in a world of hurt, just due to natural desire to have a mate? How about off-the-cuff remarks? Oh,C’mon!! We have lost our sense of humor/common sense duet to silly political correctness, while in the Oval Office sits a man who admits to “grabbing some pussy“. Pull-eeze.

As a pick-Hitt punctuation, please now enjoy this blast from my youthful black and white TV days past, on your way out of my theater of the modern absurd reader’s mind. A classic video from when we had a collective sense of humor! Bravo Mr. Dean Martin, lol I love to see a man having fun without being judged, doing his thing. Bring back some of those days, please.

“There are two sides to every story, just as there are two-sides to every coin.”

What is the statute of limitations on these kind of accusations? Is there one? There MUST be some, lest we be doomed to never accomplishing any more of the SO-much-more important business of helping We The People.

My mind and body,
Weary, tired and quiet.
Carrying heavy luggage,
Unexpected mental loads;
Money issues stalk me back.
Going to the USA reluctantly,
Happily to see my Mum!
Much too earthy and surprised,
I have a better plan perspective.
I have offers to return to Kiev in-hand!
Yet the whole mission is like a class,
In school if you did not attend enough for a grade;
You would receive an “incomplete”.
I held my part of the bargain!
Better late than never!
Goddammit!! I try to understand it.
Maybe another time;
That is the way it goes if your girlfriend is secretly Human,
Not the Superwoman you saw her as.
Susceptible to what “others” in her family or friends circle;
“Say” about the decisions you make with what is yours.
She should not have TOLD them,
About a decision happily made towards our
Destiny with a happy man.
That’s the way it goes…
At least with ME anyway.
I love you just the same.

Passengers break into applause upon another smooth landing.

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It Might be that it is the last of May 2012 we can prognosticate “in these-here parts”!
Never-mind not watching television for the past two-plus years.
I ask my neighbor what the weather is to be?
I forget judiciously,
To dial it up on the PC.
He says, “About a hundred percent chance of rain!”
Then I drive to gas-up my “for sale” to-get-to-Nina (reason), car!

Tonight’s feature is a reality show and main event is the group thunder, , lightning and rain moving in seemingly from all directions.
I let my mind and right hand sync, flying freely to write this account, Of the precipitous action,
As occasional lightning illuminates my writing pad.
Thinking of Nina’s “flat” as I wrote the word “pad”, lol, I briefly remember accurately another of our many Skype “dates”.
I know, you ask, “have you ever really MET her?” To that I say “Yes.”
Now back to the air, moving with distant thunder rumbles which do not threaten me.
Heck, I always was one to like to sit outside in the face of a storm moving in!
It is similar to daily living as an adult!
Wind gusts sway the tall trees to and fro; widely and like a windshield wiper.
Similar trees close to my front stoop,
Protect me as my canopy.

Only a sideways wind occasionally makes the raindrop kiss my flesh as I wish Nina would forevermore, truth be known.
I’ll tell anyone the truth!
Blow, wind blow!
Take away my pollen-induced shortness of breath Asthma wheeze. It is why I welcome you!
Wondering how a Ukrainian thunder storm would go;
Hand-in-hand with her holding me close.
Lost car ambles down my dead-end street;
Gustafo makes sway after it.
“Lost In Space”, I always call these vehicles who come this way.
Sometime I say, “Damn, Life!” because I am not where and with who I want and need it not to be this way.
“Work WITH me for a change!”
I survive the initial onsloaught of heavy rain on a Thursday night;
Still not wet under my natural umbrella.
Why can’t I just go at-will where I want to be?
Then just as I look up on a clear night and the moon and distant planets remind me;
Mother Nature has final say as distant, hated plaintive freight trains announce their approval again.