Easter dinner at Squatch and Lisa's

The affairs of my life...

When I returned from the infamous tour that took me to new york, Leanne's personality had soured. She had put on a lot of weight and our place was a mess, and foodless. (A pet peeve of mine is that regardless of which woman in my life I had been living with at the time, everytime I returned from a road trip, and eating in restaurants for day after day after day, I would come home, and half an hour later be standing in a grocery store!!) I had slimmed down and this only made her more bitchy. Meanwhile Corina had started paying a lot of attention. Mondays was my night to do teh "Bread Ministry" at Central, and I had been dropping off some of the pastries and such to an Old man named Francis, and to Corina. As time went on, this drop off at Corina's became more intimate. She had left he husband and father of her two girls back in Holland, and being Canadian born, even though she grew up in the States, the only country that would take her was Canada. I talked with her about her pursuit to find useful employment, and she talked about her hibernating sexuality. Finally, in late August of 2005, I was headlining at the YukYuks here in Vancouver. She attended the late show on Saturday with her brother and his wife. Her brother, very tall, but with that look that Springsteen would describe as "a dog whose been beat too much" and his wife is one of those short fat childless control freak bitches (hmmm, reminds me of someone...) and so she hated me on sight. Anyway, they left and Corina stayed at the bar. As I chatted with her after the show, her signals were anything but "mixed". Touching me with her hands, her knees pushed up against me thigh as we sat on the bar stools, it was pretty obvious what she wanted to do.

I admit to being weak to this sort of thing, and Leanne's weight gain and coresponding mood swings (and what I thought was her waning libido, although now I know she had been getting it elsewhere) allowed me to justify what happened next. C and I went outside and sat along the planter outside the Century Plaza, and beginning necking. It was heating up pretty fast, and so I suggested we find a better place. (Making out with somebody who is not your wife in front of a hotel on Burrard Street in downtown Vancouver is pretty much begging to be caught!)

We got in my car and headed to Stanley park. C was doing everything a girl does when she wants to get fucked NOW. To say I was guiltless in all this would be bullshit, but she was making all the moves. We grabbed a blanket from the car, and went into the park. She was naked and I wasn't, but she was pulling me into her fast and hard, and I was worried that I didn't have control of "my load". If you grab my cock and start shoving it in you at the first moments of it's hardness, especially not having it for months,(except for the obligatory welcome home fuck from Leanne) there's a good chance I will come. C already had two unplanned children, and I was starting to figure out why. No protection, her legs wrapped around my thighs, her hands on my ass pulling me deep into her, I had to push her away to keep from being the father of her third unexpected child. As I leaned back on my heels, allowing myself and the big guy some air, I saw some movement in the dark.

There was a guy behind a tree, watching us and playing with himself. "What the fuck are you doing!!" I blurted. "Get the fuck out of here" A young guy scampered away.

C was confused, but non-plussed, as she moans her need to have some more cock. I still wasn't feeling in control of myself, and the discovery of the peanut gallery had taken lead out of the big guy. I got him back to a usuable state, and again slipped into the vice grip of C's pussy. Only a couple strokes in... I see the kid watching again. FUCK. I take my jacket and put it over C and Stand Up. "Get the fuck out of here!" C cowering behind me. He said, "Can't I just watch you for a little bit? You're so sexy!" "No, you can't!" I ran at him and he took off. C was partially dressed, in my jacket and her slacks, so I grabbed the blanket and we headed back to the car. The event had left us both shaken enough to end this tryst and head home.

The following Tuesday, her kids at daycare, and her with a day off, I went over for coffee in the morning, and by three (when free street parking had ended) I had fucked her four times.

The last time C and I had sex was a little over a year later, a couple weeks after Leanne and I split up. I was drunk and very upset, and C managed to tell me that Leanne had been over to see her a couple of times, and they were still friends. Having no conscirnce is handy for these women. I wish I didn't have one...

Sunday School Teachers from HELL

A very long weekend

Because I know my readers like the honest and often painful truth of my life, I will tell you what was going on for me this Easter weekend. As you know I am no longer in contact with my biological family, and was starting feel like my church was my family, when low and behold, they turn around and act like my old family. I was at the church for the rehearsal of Serge and Bacchus, an opera that I am directing. As I was leaving, coming in is the ex, Leanne Padgett. When we were together I got her to start attending church, got her baptized and then I set it up for her to take over the Sunday school. So now after not seeing her or hearing anything from her in months, there she is, cheerily saying, "Hello, how are you?" I was blindsided and realised that couple of people (at least) knew she would be coming and had given no warning to me. One of these was a person that had been helping me deal with all this, and the other was the new Sunday school teacher, (whom had an year long relatinship with me behind Leanne's back). Now they're inviting her out to this event at the church and letting me get ambushed. Leanne's plan has always been to provoke me, get me when I don't expect it, and then charcterise me as violent and abusive. When will women come up with another way of destroying men besides cheating, lying and being passive aggressive and then playing the victim card for all it's worth? Of course none of these people think they've done anything wrong, and I'm an overly sensitive maniac.

So I got out of there, went home and wrote an affidavit recounting the exchange so she could twist it to allow her to say she was threatened. Then I emailed the minister, and said that I would not prevent anyone from worshipping at Central, but if Leanne was going to be attending, some ontervention is required to keep this painful situation from escalating. Then I phoned my shrink...

to be continued

more fan mail

I met you a long time ago. I don't think you remember me. I was a comic, now I work and live far away.I visit other comics websites just to keep in touch with some of the guys I worked with in the past. I came across your blog about a year ago. I read it all the time and find you fascinating. I find your blog to be brutally honest. You are living your life openly, pulling no punches and taking all the heat. I know there are many against you, many who could never walk in your shoes.....keep going just to piss them off, they are only happy if you stop. I wait for your next blog entry like I waited for my dad to come home every Friday from work with a new comic book when I was a kid... thank you for sharing Richard

Sanji

Bye Bye Louis, Bye Bye

Two weeks ago my bird Louis took leave of his senses and my apartment. It was a sunny Monday morning, he took two spins around the apartment and straight out the patio door and into the sky. My bird whisperer friend Edmun came over with his bird to try and talk Louis down from the tree. My neighbour Graham climbed the tree and just about caught him, but Louis was loving his freedom too much. Marla came out with her bird to try to attract Louis but it didn't work. All day I was running around as Louis flew around the neighbourhood. My arm was aching from throwing things high in the air to get him off his treetop perches. Finally the sun went down and all I could do was leave his food and indoor perches in the back in an attempt to bring him back. Well, it's two weeks now, and no sign off him. His was a good friend, and I miss him, but he was having the time of his life flying free, so I guess I'll just have to let it go. I ralized while looking for Louis amongst the dozen or so different types of wildbirds in my backyard, that it is cruel to have a flying bird in a cage or even free in the apartment, so I put the perches out in the yard, and got some wild bird seed, and am going to let the backyard be a sanctuary for wild birds, instead of getting a new budgie. Now I'm working on a new song, "Bye Bye Louis, Bye Bye".

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Easter Sunday Pics

Janet Panic

Janet came over on Good Friday and tpgether we knocked of a bottle of Jack, which is why she's wearing my Jack Daniels hat. Janet has been my bestest g-friend for a long long time. She is, of course wonderfully talented and HOT. On that night she had come over after hanging out with Arlo Guthrie!

Value Village

One of the things that Bree and I love to do when we get together is shop at the Village!!

Spring in the Secret Garden

It's Spring in Vancouver and the backyard at my place in Kits has kicked it up. I get paid by the building owners to mow the grass and take care of it. My daughter calls it the pumpkin patch or the Secret Garden.