3-2-1 Quote Me — Truth

F1C0927A-AA14-4671-9310-F755C561CE2ATeresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, tagged me for another 3-2-1 Quote Me prompt. This time the word is “truth.”

Here are the rules:

  1. Thank the the person who tagged you. Thank you Teresa.
  2. Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day. See below.
  3. Select 3 bloggers to take part in “3-2-1 Quote Me.” My tags will be at the end of the post, so you’ll need to read the whole damn post to see if you’ve been tagged.

There is no deadline for participating in the game, which makes it perfect for everyone.

Today’s topic is truth. It’s a tricky one, especially in the world of Donald Trump. He wouldn’t know the truth if it smacked him in the face. And as his TV lawyer, Rudy Giuliani, infamously said, “Truth isn’t truth.”

But that said, here are my two quotes about “truth.”

Quote #1:

“Most truths are so naked that people cover them up, at least a little bit.”

American journalist and TV anchorman,
Edward R. Murrow

Quote #2:

“Truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.”

American novelist, short story writer, and essayist,
Flannery O’Connor

Okay, now it’s time for me to tag three other bloggers. But before I do, let me give you this bit of advice:

The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.

Okay. I am tagging:

For what it’s worth, you three are under no obligation to participate, although I hope you will.

#FPQ — Queen for a Day

ACE73167-CA5B-478C-A083-62F997D64943This past Wednesday I posed a “provocative question” on my blog. I asked my fellow bloggers, “If you could be the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?” My post received a lot of really thoughtful, interesting, and fun responses. At first I wasn’t going to answer my own question, but then I decided “why not?” So here’s my “queen for a day” response.

I am all male. Of that there’s no question. All of my body parts — and body hair — will attest to that. I do have my feminine side, though. I can be sensitive, empathetic, moody. I’ve been known to shed a tear or two at tear jerker movies, although I hate when that happens because I hate being manipulated.

But were I to wake up one morning and find myself in a woman’s body, I would be thrilled. As long as I knew that the next day my regular equipment would be fully restored, that is.

The first thing I would do would be to stand in front of a full-length mirror and admire my feminine form. I would, no doubt, explore my female body. Yes, I would fondle my breasts, purely to see what it feels like to a woman to have her breasts fondled. And yes, I’d go down to where my penis would normally be and would experience the sensation of being touched there.

I’ve always wondered what an orgasm feels like for a woman and this could be my chance to find out for myself. I’ve asked my wife and other women to describe it, but there’s nothing like first hand experience.

But how to do that? I certainly wouldn’t seek out a male to get me off. Ew, I wouldn’t want one of those “things” inserted into me. So maybe I’d get my wife’s vibrator, which she insists she doesn’t have, but I don’t believe her. She’s always buying batteries.

Having scratched that itch, so to speak, I’d next want to get dressed and wander outside. I’d want to see if I’d be treated any differently as a woman than I am as a man. I kind of doubt it, though, because, unless my age, as well as my gender, changed, I’d be an older woman. I’m not implying that older women aren’t attractive. I’m just saying that they are less likely to be hit on than younger women.

I’d then ask my wife to join me for dinner to have a girls’ night out. After dinner, the two of us would to go to a classy bar. You know, where rich, sophisticated, debonair men hang out to relax and unwind after their stressful day of making important man-decisions. I’d be curious to see if any of them would buy me a drink or hit on me. And I’d also exhibit my masculine side if any of those bastards tried to hit on my wife, which would be much more likely, as she’s a much more attractive woman than I could ever be.

And then I’d go home, get into bed, and think about my day as a woman. And I’d look forward to waking up and being a male again.

Friday Fictioneers — Guilt Trip

694B803F-F277-496A-B4E4-7C02AF7F48A9It was supposed to be a simple matter. Kidnap a little rich girl, collect the large ransom, and let her go. No harm done. A happy ending for all. He’d have money, a mere a drop in the bucket for her wealthy parents, and the girl would be back safe at home.

But the scared little girl ran from him, fell off a bridge, and broke her neck. He buried her under the bridge, put rocks on the top of the small grave, and then, unable to cope with his guilt, drowned himself in the shallow stream beneath the bridge.

(100 words)

Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

FOWC with Fandango — Property

FOWCWelcome to November 16, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “property.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.