Carole Baskins Diary

2001-12-23 Carole Diary


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Dear Peter Kent
 
I don't have a doctor.  I never get sick.  The only one I know is a friend of Alan Schreier's and I don't want him anywhere near your dick.  I get ads for Viagra online, without a prescription all the time, but have never checked it out.  It could well just be a come on.  Have you checked?
 
My biggest concern is for your health.  You know how I feel about things that are un natural, even if they are naturally occurring in the body, I am wary of anything that is manipulative of a perfectly designed system.  My understanding of the body's functions and limitations pales in comparison to yours, so in this matter I would be foolish to impose my beliefs on you.  What I do want you to take into consideration is that I love the man you are inside.  If I could never feel the sensation of your penis inside my vagina, I wouldn't love you any less and I wouldn't seek satisfaction outside our bed, because I love you, the man, the spirit, the sensitive soul.
 
Our sex life has been most rewarding and you have done more for me in the past month than has been done in all my life before you.  I want to grow old with you. Because of the natural way of man, and the fact that you are older than me, that puts a heavier burden on you to take care of yourself, if you are to give me what I want most.
 
While we are on the subject of gifts, I understand that giving is more important to the giver, than receiving is to the receiver.  I apologize that I have been insensitive to that need in you.  Just like we spoke of in being able to show love in a way that a person understands, I have that problem with gifts.  I tend to give cash and say that I am unimaginative, but the truth is that I give what I like to receive.  Not cash, but what it represents.  When I give cash it is so that the person receiving can make something happen for themselves that I do not have the time or skill to do.
 
The gifts I like to receive are not things that can be unwrapped and then left to clutter my life, they are the gifts of things that I cannot do for myself.  I really hate the whole idea of gift giving being tied to a date, such as a holiday or birthday.  I was this way as a small child.  I dreaded Christmas because my parents would buy all this stuff, that we couldn't afford, and what I really wanted was a childhood.
 
I am crying, so I must have hit that nail on the head.
 
The greatest gifts you give me are moments like this of self discovery, the gift of no pain, the gift of improved health and form, the gift of a happy home, the gift of a loving partner, the gift of tenderness and compassion, the gift of renewed strength to face another day.  I am getting your keyboard all wet with the tears of joy that you cause, so maybe writing was a better idea after all.  You might not be able to understand what a wonderful impact you have on my life through all of the sobbing.
 
AOL tried to shut me off and I have been searching for the letter that I wrote and just got back on track.  I left some cash on your desk and I will pick up more tomorrow.  I am always cash poor, so advance notice helps.
 
I don't know how you feel on the subject of gifts and would like to know.  I tend to assume that others share my opinions, despite amazing evidence to the contrary.  When I give you something, I want it to be what you desire, just like the way you give so intuitively to me.  You always seem to anticipate what I need before I can ever find the words to tell you.  The removal of the equipment under the carport was just a small example.  I love you, - Carole
 
I've been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views.  If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story.  The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/
 
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