Cesar Chavez Died for Your Sins. Oh. . . Wait. . . .

What is it with guys, anyway?  I mean about sex.  Popes and priests and public school teachers. . . and presidents and congressmen and on and on and on.  Now Cesar Chavez and Martin Luther King.  I mean, I would have expected that from this Dugar fellow, but, really?  Sex sex sex.  Is that all fellows think about?  

Pretty much.  So say the shrinks, anyway.  

"[Researchers] found that the average man in their study had 19 thoughts about sex a day. This was more than the women in their study – who had about 10 thoughts a day."

This research refuted the old standard that men had a sexual thought every seven seconds. However. . . and this is my own brilliant idea. . . the researchers used college students in their study. Given that researchers also find that college students today do not drink or have sex as much as previous generations, I'd suggest a new set of guinea pigs.

In my own hometown, it seems that sex is about all the men think about. Your ribs can get pretty sore from elbows around here every time one of them sees an attractive girl.

Same goes for my gay friends. They are even worse about the boys. But you know that.

Anyway. . . . .

I did nothing yesterday but art related stuff. Not art, per se, but related. I had to fuck around with technology, printers, print drivers, paper profiles. . . then trying to find all the things I use to make image transfers. I didn't leave the house until it was late afternoon and I needed to go visit with my mother. I didn't shower or take a walk. I didn't even bother to cook. I ate leftover corned beef and cabbage.

It was rather glorious.

Today, however, I need to be practical. At least somewhat. A few hours of work on things that need taking care of.

But I don't want to. I'd rather spend my day making pictures again. I am, for all practical purposes, useless.

I woke this morning at four and read the news. When the sun comes up, I'll go back to bed.

Isn't that something?

Oh, darn. . . I just remembered that I wanted to write about Tamara Lempicka. I watched a doc on her a couple nights ago. Well. . . it will have to wait. But she was quite something, I think. As much as I hate to admit it, I am awed by scandalous women.  There is an entire YouTube channel about them.  

I just reread the thing I quoted.  Do you think it's true that women only have ten thoughts a day?