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Almost as rare as handing out a very low score for me is handing out a very high score. That isn't because the writing presented by most of the authors here is not good, but just because as someone told me when I was shift lead somewhere, I'm an old hard ass....
So I don't hand out even near perfect scores very often.
All of that is leading up to Re: Trailer Trash, by https://storiesonline.net/a/fortysixtyfour this author. I hadn't previously looked at the author's offerings because I'm somewhat prejudiced toward stories that I know are complete. Yet without this one being complete, I suggest that it is among those which you ought to be investigating to be reading...
I washed dishes as part of my payment for my lunch today... It seemed the least I could do to show my appreciation for those who had labored to provide a meal worth eating...
Someone asked what I thought of the food. I told her I was the wrong person to ask that... The thing is I've been hungry often enough that about the only thing I would complain about would be moving insects on my plate... Otherwise? It's cooked, 'normal' food? It was worth eating!
However the opening of this blog sort of diverts from what I was going to write about... Mainly that would be a sort of list of non-sexual services that I consider part of a relationship. I wouldn't want to be mainly a domestic servant, though I certainly didn't mind washing the dishes and don't mind housekeeping (just don't want it as a permanent and only job) the same goes for the yard. I have little problem waking up a two or four cycle engine and mowing or trimming or even doing a bit of work on a tree, though I'm far from an arborist.... I like to do a variety of tasks and would consider them to be a part of the bargain (so to speak) of a LTR that progressed to the point of shared quarters. Of course I'd prefer to sit down with my housemates and set the schedule for such things just as I would prefer to sit down and set a budget with said housemates so that everyone knew what was expected in all parts of the relationship.
Why an employer should hire me… Or anyone would want more than a long distance, anonymous relationship with me. Something limited to e-mail at the most.
The army surly thought I was defective as a soldier, and that had nothing (so far as I can tell) to do with my sexual preferences, for until I married I tried to project as near a neuter attitude toward the idea of sex at all as possible… Though one supposes that such an attitude was considered aberrant? How can a person know?
All I know is that for most of my life I've probably sabotaged relationships that I was in believing that I was unworthy of anyone ever caring for me…
Well I think that is quite enough of my maudlin day…
Enjoy the reading here!
I'm comfortable with giving is a 3 for anything I've read here... Still there is a story earning that from me now, I'm sad to say.
Why?
Lack of a proofreader. Granted the writer is a Brit and I'm and American, but the errors that are creeping through are such that anyone who was conversant with any version of English ought to pick them out with ease...
Then again, maybe I'm pickier than others about such things!
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