Saturday, August 1, 2015

Tour report: walking in Brooklyn

My favorite lay berth in Brooklyn is in Red Hook. It's a good place for us to be tucked away when we're not working- there's shore access, stores, and downtown is just a few miles' walk, which means that there's motivation to walk.

 I'm a big walker, anyhow. It's where I get much of my deep thinking done, as my bathroom here on the Big Metal Monestary isn't as comfortable, perhaps, as it should be for deep thinkin.'

 Anyhow, today's walk left only some vague impressions on me. First, it's hot as hell, but early in the day it's not so bad. Really, all I can say about the walk today is that there are a lot of really wimpy, effeminate husbands pushing strollers in Brooklyn while their pasty wives with their shitty boy's haircuts talk on the phone.  Kinda made me sad.

 That and there was a whole lot of tiny ancient asian ladies collecting cans. Seriously, what's up with that? I remember that from Boston, too.


Anonymous said...

Of course, the wimpy husbands will spend the night with the women with bad haircuts (guess where the kids came from). While macho boy goes to bed with miss Rosey Palm, once again.

Paul, Dammit! said...

My hands are more attractive than many of those freemartins, so... win/win.

I see what you were trying to do there. I'd rather have some masculine dignity and not be easily mistaken for a post-menopausal lesbian. But thanks for trying to make me ashamed, and crab-basketing me to make yourself feel better. Feel free to go back to your crying pillow now.

One of the great benefits of actually being unashamedly masculine is not being a whiny bitch when someone hurts your delicate widdle fee-fees. Or denying others agency, for that matter. You should try it.

Will said...

I see the same Asian types looking for recycling here in Silicon Valley. Maybe it's just to get out of the house? I have never seen them at any of the recycle centers, though.