Adult Blogger: PORN STUD SEARCH was my only living family, and I didn't want him to worry. Nick, my only son, had died in the Vietnam conflict. He was a captain in the infantry, and I still keep a photo of him on my dresser. Kyle, my husband, had passed away almost twelve years before.
I didn't have very much to move in with me. I've never been a collector of possessions, and as I got older I seemed to shed more and more. I had my clothes, of course, and my photo albums and wedding ring. I also brought along my mountaineering axe, and skis; a sentimental reminder of my younger days. There were only two things that worried me: my weed and my vibrators.
I can't say that I smoke pot just for my arthritis, but it does help and I'm sure it's better for me than those damn pills. As for my vibrators, well, hopefully the staff would understand that even a decrepit old lady needs to get her jollies.
