There was a side effect of Missy Pissy moving in with Lori LaFond.
First and foremost, it was never the situation in Palm Springs that would find Lori living under the same roof as Missy. Arguably one of the most volatile co dependent relationships of all time. No matter what Missy's motivation was for moving in to that horrible flop house, you know that Lori's motivation was purely sexual. After all these years, Lori was moving in her obsession. The wisdom of that decision still has to play out, but there is a side effect.
This is probably the worst case scenario for me.
As much as I tease and talk about a torrid sexual relationship between Lori and Missy, let me explain the dynamic. Lori is crazy, unpretty to Missy, there are way too many people in that home and the "sexual possibilities" of that situation are limited, um, I mean non existent. What is happening is Lori's fantasy continues to grow about sex with Missy, while Missy's disdain grows even larger. The only way any kind of nude encounter would happen now is with something that knocks the whole household out and allows Lori the chance to put her hands on Missy...probably not going to happen.
In the event that Lori doesn't "get any", which is highly likely, I'm the next sexually satisfying option for her. Screaming at and torturing a gay man, especially me, is the next best thing to having sex with Missy Pissy for Lori. The side effect is that as "sexually frustrated" as Lori gets in that home, the more she is going to take it out on me. You can't imagine what it is like to have this neurological war going on inside my head where Lori's sexual frustration makes her angry and that anger turns toward me. I don't think this stress is healthy for me. I feel it. I can't believe that Lori can't get her mind on anything else. It's sex, anger, sex, hate, sex, violence...and on and on.
My life needs a mountain top and a rustic cabin right now. This is all too much for me. I feel sick to my stomach right now...spidey sense?
I'm trying really hard to stay positive and there is a part of me that just doesn't want to resent being here. I hate the desert. I really do. Leaving here is all I can think about.
I'm trying really hard to stay positive and there is a part of me that just doesn't want to resent being here. I hate the desert. I really do. Leaving here is all I can think about.
