This is The Thing

Which means what, exactly?

I have considered that this means that I will no longer take lip from “whipper-snappers” (and by this I don’t necessarily mean people who are chronologically younger than I am ).

I have considered that this means that I “ought to/should” know something by now.

I have considered that this means that I am approaching, or have passed, some high-water line that supposedly imbues me with power, or wisdom, or strength demonstrated by the sheer stamina of withstanding the passage of days/weeks/months/years/decades —-

But . . . . AND —–

“Fah!: I say.

It means, exactly — nothing –

– almost –

– maybe –

– No! Wait! I reserve the right of my age and gender to change my mind! –

– it means exactly what meaning I assign to it.

So, today, in entering my second half-century (my mate pointed out that I don’t technically enter my second half-century until 4:41 pm Wednesday, June 21st, the exact anniversary of my nativity — but I’m giving myself the benfit of the doubt here) — I’m thinking, considering, pondering, contriving, manifesting, opining . . . .

And this is the meaning I will give to this day, and to all the days that seem to follow it through time:

For my second fifty years, I am going to utterly be the magnifiicent, huge, and kick-ass being that I have always been.

I am going to do this without holding back, hunkering — or dumbing — down.

You might remember that, a few posts back, I said that my post about head-shaving had become pertinent again for reasons that I would soon reveal. The time for that revelation is now.

I was wracking my brains about what to do to celebrate my fiftieth birthday. I wanted something memorable (like shaving my head) but with a little more punch. So, today, I’m have a birthday party. A naked birthday party.

I sent out about 33 invitations to various people — not necessarily people who I thought would actually come, but people I wanted to spend my day with. Nearly everyone who got the invitation expressed that they had some level of challenge with the notion (you can only come to the party if you agree to get, and remain, naked for the duration of your stay).

Somehow, I think this will make for a memorable event.

I’ll be reporting in later in the day, and let you know how it goes.

If you want to celebrate my birthday with me, wherever you are, spend a little time in your birthday suit — oh wait, you’re already naked — under your clothes.

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