Clean Up
Clean up crew. Clean up. Maid service. Janitorial. Building operations. Call it what you want but I've always cleaned up after people.
When did this start? My mother would be the first. The Ambassador… Drunken, cold, unkind bitch she was… When Father wasn't in town or in the country and my mother decided she needed an out, she'd send me away or tell me I could go on holiday where ever in the world I wanted to go that weekend. I was young and wanted to see everything and everywhere, why not see the world on my terms? Of course I took her up on it! But when I came back who made sure they got back to their rooms, their families, whatever the fuck? It was me… I'd make sure whoever the Ambassador was 'doing' at the time got back to his family, his wife, his children… The wives didn't care… Hell, they were doing the same exact thing as The Ambassador was doing – fucking anyone and anything except for the one person they had promised to love, be faithful to through thick and thin… They all cheated… Cheaters don't need a reason, I always told myself. They just cheat. My mother, my way of getting to this Earth, this existence, does the ONE thing I cannot stand… I have no respect for her. I have no respect for them either but I feel terrible for their children… I have a feeling the children know and feel what I feel because they are in this existence just like me.
Next? My roommates in boarding school… It was easy with them - a gallon of vodka, whiskey, or whatever their poison was – they drank the shit or whatever rot-gut they could get their hands on, they got sick and passed out. When they got drunk, before they got sick, it was awesome! The girls were easier in what they said and what they did. I got lots of hugs and kisses, lots of making out back then with girls who normally wouldn't look in my direction. But to this day I cannot stand a drunken woman. Period. I want my women alert and there. No, nothing wrong with a slight buzz. Absolutely nothing wrong with it. Buzzed sex is some of the best and most fulfilling sex I've ever had. But a shit-faced woman trying to do another thing I hold dear to me – the physical release and yes, the closeness of sex, I won't tolerate it. I took care of them and made sure they made it to their beds in one piece.
In college I took care of my 'friends'. Just like my roommates in boarding school, they drank whatever rot-gut they got their hands on, they threw up and I made sure they got to their beds in one piece. But back then it was A LOT more than just hugs and kisses and making out. These were women. They wanted to fuck just like I did. Sweaty, wiry, muscled bodies, more than not they were athletes; lacrosse players, fast-pitch softball players. My favorite were the soccer players! Those fucking legs got me every damned time! But it was always the same in the morning or days after – 'I was drunk, I had no idea what I was doing' they would say. What the fuck ever…
In the end, who took care of me? Who made sure I made it to my bed…No one. Always me. Alone.