Coronavirus Drive-Through Test Experience

Coronavirus Drive-Through Test Experience 

Although I do not have the results, unfortunately I have been hit by a flu bug, or  a bad case of allergies.  Either way, since the symptoms are nearly the same, we called our local coronavirus testing hotline and spoke with nurses in charge of testing in our area.  I told them my symptoms and was surprisingly able to get a test the same day.  That’s actually a good thing for our community, as watching the news led me to believe testing would be extremely backed up.   

  • Symptoms:  Flu like symptoms with slight fever and body aches.  This was prior to a case in our county.  However, symptoms continued and I have kept a nagging dry cough with shortness of breath.  Although shortness of breath sounds scary, for me I noticed because I was talking and have to stop to breath.   This could be because of my nasal congestion.    To be honest, this is usually the time of year I get allergies and make my annual doctor’s appointment for antibiotics for a sinus infection.  However, you can’t help but want to be safe now as to not infect others.  If you have testing available, and you have symptoms, get a test.  

I then received a text regarding making the drive-through process easier by pre-registering.  This was as simple as clicking a few buttons on my phone.  I skipped the parts regarding insurance, payment, and photo.  As the testing is free and that’s what I was told to do.  

I pulled up to the testing site and there was a cop there with a yellow siren on his vehicle.  He remained in his car.  There were 3 workers all with masks that came up from a first tent and asked me to roll down my window.  They verified my information and then communicated with the second testing area tent that I was ready.  I hear the other tent over the radio, “Let him through.”

I again had to yell out my information because they nurses stood away from the vehicle.  Although this felt unusual, it felt much safer (social distancing).  And then a nurse in a hazmat suit walks up and explains that she will have to stick a q-tip up both of my nostrils extremely high.  She let me know it was going to be uncomfortable.  She also handed me some brochure, which I did not like.  They could give this information over the phone or through a link.  Although I understand why they are giving out this information, I didn’t even want to touch it. I may be testing for the Coronavirus, but I didn’t for sure have it.  And I didn’t want something from them in my vehicle.  

Either way, the test itself took seconds.  The nurse did not touch my vehicle at all.  She stuck her arm through the window and got two deep swabs of nasal fluid.  Although I have heard on television that it hurt (from our president and vice-president), for me, it did not.  Yes the swab goes deep.  Yes you can feel it go into an area that feels “sensitive”.  However, it takes seconds and it was painless to me.  It made my eyes water, but other than that it was nothing.  

I was told to how to leave the area and that was it.  I rolled up my window and sprayed the brochure they handed me with Lysol.  

They let me know I will get my results in 4-7 days. 

For those interested, we have a tracker up with embeds of various global | United States | and local statistics

Loneliness, Porn, and Losing Your Soul Mate

porn lonelinessLoneliness, Porn, and Losing Your Soul Mate

Below I have added an interesting story from an anonymous author on Reddit we decided to share with our readers.  These type of random stories get a lot of attention so we decide to archive it in case it gets deleted.  It deals with being lonely and needing porn.  However, unlike young kids not finding dates because they are addicted to porn sites, it is quite the opposite.  It’s about older gentlemen that uses porn as a way to get through life after his wife has passed.  Loneliness isn’t easy.

I get it.

This actually reminds me of Robert Kraft, the owner of the New England Patriots being arrested for paying for an illegal hand job at a massage parlor.  However, what is usually left out of this story is that his wife has passed and he was 75 years old at the time of the incident.   It doesn’t make it legal or moral, but maybe it explains why a billionaire would risk his reputation to get an illegal hand job at a massage parlor.

Below is the full story: 

Writing this on a throwaway account because I could get fired for what I did.

I work at a store that deals with technology. I won’t be specific, but it’s a pretty big store, and a family store with things for kids to play with and little classes for them. We do sales and repairs, so we’re pretty full-service and often busy and crowded.

The other day, I was approached by a coworker with a question about the parental controls on a device. I’m one of the people who is very familiar with software and interfaces, and parental controls are one of my knowledge points that a lot of the younger workers aren’t familiar with (even though I’m not a parent myself), so this wasn’t unusual. The questions centered around removing them. My coworker asked if I could take over, and I said okay. This was all very normal, right up until he said “It’s this old guy. He wants to watch porn.” That got the requisite “WTF” look from me, and my coworker stifled a laugh. “Thanks for dealing with it,” he said. I kind of shrugged. I mean, I like porn, I’m not shy about browsing it, and that people have “needs”. I had no problem handling it, though I bet other coworkers might say I should just send him to a manager to get “politely declined service for that subject.”

He takes me over, and introduces me to this very old man. He looked like he might have had Parkinson’s, with the tremor in his hand. His iPad was also very old, as was the software on it. I could tell at a glance that his system had a version from before 2013 (because I’m a nerd who can tell these things at a glance). His iPad would not even be compatible with newer systems.

The old man didn’t say anything about porn, but he said that his grandkids had been over, and he thought they did something to his iPad, because it wasn’t working like normal. He said he thought that they’d set some parental controls “to block stuff so kids can’t see it”.

I smiled, and sighed, and began to tell him the usual speech about how parental controls work, and how we’d need the passcode if one was set up, and if he didn’t have it, it would require deleting the device and beginning without a backup to get things working again. His iPad didn’t appear to have much on it. But when I got to the settings, I was surprised to find there were no parental controls turned on.

I stopped, and I let him know that it appeared there were no controls or limits set. I turned them on and off just in case. I had to ask him. “So what wasn’t working?” I was starting to worry it might be a software incompatibility due to new web standards, and that his old iPad might not be able to be updated to match them. Internally, I did not want to have that conversation. People his age were often on fixed incomes, and could not afford to get a new device.

He began trembling again. “I’m 93,” he said. “My wife died. I have nothing left. And the…the videos I’d watch, they aren’t working anymore.” He took the iPad and started to go to a webpage. “I go to xnxx, and the images are there, but when I…”

I stopped him. “Sir, uh, our WiFi blocks that,” I said. I remembered using that site myself. It was one of the regular sites I’d used to go to for many years.

He nodded and closed his eyes. “Please, I don’t have anyone. I just…need something.”

I was struck. It stopped being funny. He was so fucking lonely, and the videos he watched online were important to him. I could see in his eyes, it was something he needed, to just keep existing. And I could see just how ashamed he was to come in, with such a subject and a need, but his loneliness was too much for his shame. He was practically in tears.

I acted like what I did next was a big decision, because I thought I had to put up the act, even though it was a quick decision for me. I pulled out my phone, and I turned on the hotspot, and I put his iPad onto my phone’s WiFi. This would bypass the content restrictions our WiFi had. He thankfully had a cover on the iPad. I held it at a low angle, and positioned it so we could see but hopefully there’d be as little a chance for anyone else to see. I typed in xnxx.

The porn site came up, and I kept furtively looking over my shoulder. He said “This is how it comes up, but when you tap, it doesn’t play anything…”. So I tapped. While the page changed, I remembered to turn down the volume, and I did.

The video came up and started playing. A-okay, no problem.

He began to say it wouldn’t do that at home, but still started thanking me. Still, I wasn’t satisfied. If there’s a bug, and it works sometimes but not others, it’s not fixed, it’s just a clue to find it. I tried other videos and they all worked.

I closed the webpage and the iPad. He looked so thankful. I told him I didn’t do anything, so I wasn’t sure it was “fixed.” I considered that maybe his kids, the grandkids parents had put parental blocks up on his own ISP, but they’d block the entire site, not the vids. I told him to try it again at home. I didn’t know why it hadn’t worked, but at least we’d proven that his iPad could play them.

He left, and even as I told him that I wasn’t sure we could help further he kept thanking me. I just stood there for a moment, and then I started tearing up and had to leave the sales floor.

It struck me how lonely he was, how the porn was one of his only ways of just having moments of satisfaction. I felt that hard. I’m serially single. I’m very lonely, and porn is my escape, and I’m just 42. I realized the state he was in, that’s something that is likely coming. For all of us.

I know that a lot of my coworkers would laugh at the guy, the pervert coming in, needing his porn. But I felt sad. Sad for him. Sad for all of us. I know that loneliness. It’s waiting for us all.

I don’t know if there’s a moral here. I just thought I should share. And please, I know porn is something we laugh about and make fun of, and it’s deserving of that. But sometimes…let’s take away the shame of it. You’re lucky if you don’t need it to get those little moments. Don’t take it for granted. And allow whatever moments others have, however they get them, without shame or looking down.

There is a moral here.  It isn’t just about being sad.  It’s about having a soul mate… and maybe having to deal with losing your soul mate.  And what happens if your soul mate passes in this life and you are left alone?  What happens if you do not want to “move on” and find a new relationship, a new person to love, or someone else to fill the void. Male or female, you may still have urges to release or have a physical need that needs to be met, but do not want an emotional connection. What can you do?   Well, you can move to Nevada (or any country) where prostitution is legal, or watch porn.   Whether you call it therapy or a release, porn isn’t always such a terrible thing.   

 

Ladies, don’t just think NO, say NO. Netflix and Chill OUT

Ladies, don’t just think NO, say NO.

Sometimes Netflix and chill actually means, let’s just watch Netflix and chill.  Unfortunately, your partner may be naïve to your mood and not understand your vibes.  When it comes to sex, your attitude isn’t enough.  You can know someone for 20 plus years and still not be able to read their moods properly.  Always speak up, stand up for yourself, and make it very clear what you do or don’t want when it comes to sex.  Say no. If that means you hurt your partners feelings, then hurt his feelings.  

It’s always important to say NO.

I had been talking with a guy on Instagram for about a week. Basic shit like college majors, tv, music, etc. Nothing special. A couple weeks later matched I with him on tinder and we had made plans to hang out. My roommate moved out a few months ago so the plan was just to chill in my dorm. I’ve done it before and it’s never been an issue. I ended up canceling because I had a bad day and I really just wanted to spend my night alone. I told him I didn’t want to hang out and why I didn’t want to do so but he came over anyway. Now this isn’t easy. I live in a dorm that requires an ID card to get into the building, onto the floor and into the room. He had someone let him into the building and then he just showed up at my door without even saying anything to me first. I was surprised and a little annoyed but I let him in because when we had talked before he had only ever said that he was interested in hanging out and watching game of thrones and getting to know each other. This is exactly what he told me when I asked him what he was looking for. He said he just wanted to chill and get to know each other. When asked, other guys normally tell me point blank if they’re looking for a hookup. He did not. I was nervous but I was fine just hanging out. Not even 10 minutes into him being there, he asked me how I feel about hookups. I said I don’t care for them because they make me feel shitty. I thought that would be the end of it but barely five minutes later he was taking off my shirt. I wasn’t sure how I felt but I said yes and let him do it. It wasn’t long before we started having sex. I stopped him because I realized that I shouldn’t have said yes in the first place. When he asked me to give him a blow job, I said yes because I felt bad about stopping right in the middle of us having sex. While I was going down on him and while he was shoving my head down and making me choke on him, he was watching tv and checking his phone. Not only that, but he asked if he could take a video of me. Of course I told him that he couldn’t. Luckily he let it go and put his phone away. As soon as he finished, he got up and put on his clothes. He leaned over and asked me if everything was consensual. I told him that it was. Then he left. Stand up for yourself. I should have said no, but I didn’t. That was my mistake. Some guys aren’t going to be able to just sense that you’re uncomfortable. They’re going to assume that just because you’re going along with it, you’re more than happy. If you’re not sure, just say no.

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Nipsey Hussle’s Last Words before he was killed.

Nipsey Hussle was gunned down on March 31, 2019, by Eric Holder.  Out of respect for Nipsey, we will not use the shooters name again.  Although technically we should say allegedly, there are eye witnesses that grew up with the shooter and personally saw him shoot Nipsey.  We will believe our own eyes on this one and not wait for the verdict.  

It is now being reported by those close to Nipsey and was there when he got killed, what he said to the shooter after he was shot.  Nipsey’s last words:   “You shot me.  You got me.  I’m good.”

Various articles and sources have suggested that these last words angered the shooter.  Make no mistake, the shooter wasn’t going to leave until he knew Nipsey was dead.  The only thing that would have possibly kept Nipsey alive, was if he had guys around him with guns.  Unfortunately, he didn’t. 

Lets put his words in perspective.  I do not believe Nipsey would have yelled anything out at a shooter walking away.  That wouldn’t make any sense.  However, he would have absolutely said, “You shot me.  You got me.  I’m good.” as the shooter was walking back towards him with his gun aimed at him.  This isn’t the first time we have heard the words, “Are you good?”  or “I’m good” as a way to submit to aggression.  In fact, we have seen many fights where a guy will be mounted, raining down punches, while asking the guy on bottom if he is good.  And we have seen may brawls where the guy getting beat up says “I’m good…” to stop from being punched more.   It’s a cool way to let the person know, you learned your lesson.

Maybe this is seen as a submissive act and people want his last words to be cool, like a good one liner from a gangster movie.  This isn’t a movie.  Nipsey said exactly what he said in hopes the shooter wouldn’t shoot him again.  “You shot me.  You got me.  I’m good.”   This wouldn’t enrage a shooter, if anything, it would call for the last bit of decency he had in his soul to let Nipsey live.  He didn’t.   

The reports suggesting that Nipsey’s last words enraged the shooter makes it seem like he was being rebellious, or had he just not said anything, he would have lived.  We disagree.  The shooter was doing the devils work that day, and much like the music we play on repeat over and over, handled a situation where he felt disrespected.  Because Nipsey was like a homie to all of us, we have our blinders on and want to see the shooter as a villain.  I know I do.   Rather than having to pick sides, let’s just go back to fair ones and fades.  Please.

If you have not seen the footage we will link it from  youtube but will not embed it.  

Now, his brother, Samiel ‘Blacc Sam’ Asghedom, has reported that he arrived to the scene before the ambulance and Nipsey was still breathing.  His brother also reported that he didn’t know Nipsey was shot in the head until the paramedics came and lifted him.  That is when he noticed the wound in the back of his head.

Watching the surveillance video, you can see the only time Nipsey had his back turned to the shooter was when he first ducked and ran, and when he was on the ground.  With the gun wound only being in the back of the head, the very first shot may have been to his skull.  Maybe it didn’t kill him instantly, maybe this is why he said what he said, and maybe this is why it seemed like his lower body was paralyzed when he rolled over.   Either that, or that first shot lodged somewhere in his spine.  You can tell when he rolls over, he couldn’t really move his lower body.

March 31 is a sad day, because we didn’t just lose a musician, we lost a man that would have probably went on to be a mogul.  Maybe even a billionaire.  We will never know.  

Lo-Fi Song Of The Month (October 2018)

Lo-Fi Song Of The Month 

Ryan and I enjoy nothing more than lo-fi music, which is a mix of old samples, the imperfections of the vinyl crackle, loops from old jazz and blues records, with a nice hip hop vibe. It’s beautiful.  It is a relaxing music that you can just listen to and zone out.  We will be posting a few songs a month for those of you that enjoy more from our blog than just stories about sex.  With that said, these songs are great to give blow jobs to, massages, or just lay back and let your man give you oral sex.  Trust me, cumming to lo-fi takes it to another level.  

The definition of “lo-fi” (usually spelled as “low-fi” before the 1990s) evolved continuously between the 1970s and 2000s; the term was added in the 1976 edition of the Oxford Dictionary under the definition “sound production less good in quality than ‘hi-fi.'” Before the 1990s, there was virtually no appreciation for the imperfections of lo-fi music among critics, but this changed after the emergence of a romanticism for home-recording and “do-it-yourself” (DIY) qualities.  Afterward, “DIY” was often used interchangeably with “lo-fi”.