The Mad Cow Show

Happily I am in a lovely environment while I’m social distancing from the world and emotionally distancing in my romantic relationships

Apparently to be treated with some respect I now need to demand to be fed first. This new culture baffles me Because I want to pay for my own meal and also want to be treated with respect. Why is this now something that is mutually exclusive?

I am in two unconventional romantic relationships and they’re both antagonistic right now. While I am working on my own shit and in particular overcoming my own cowardice I am frustrated that I’m not in relationships where they are willing or able to meet me on that same level. I also talk about sex and blowjobs and Tinder but this is more towards the autobiographical rather than the titillating or philosophical.

Lost sexual potential or needed headspace? I just spent two nights in a hotel without finding or even looking for a Parramore. I was somewhat intoxicated when I made this post so I edited down my rambles for your listening pleasure. I did have video sexy so that kind of counts...

Well fuck me but it is the first day of a new decade... or is it.,, I feel like we went through this in 1999. Head scratcher. Anyways my paramour is in the shower and there’s a pretty good chance I’m gonna get fucked in the next 15 minutes. Hope your first day of the decade is as good if not better xxxxxxx happy new year

I’m in a fairly positive mood despite having some shitty things going on. When it comes down to it I really am grateful for the things I have and for you my darling listener. You I will forever cherish XXX

I have at least one fuck story so I think it is worth the nine minutes and 12 seconds if you listen to this podcast ;-)

Lots of music in this episode and a special message to my most dedicated listener Jill who it is universally agreed needs to chill

Too many feels to express anything other than through poetry and songs. So here it is five minutes of my song, my feels hanging out like a dog’s tongue in the heat

Checking in well Trudy gently sleeps in the loft above I’m chilling downstairs on the couch getting high with just the right amount of natural light