February 14, 2026

Lonely bitch...

 Rough Year or so.

 

I'm so sorry I neglected this blog like an unfit mother. It’s been a rough year or more; let’s chat.


Firstly;

Can we discuss this anemic excuse of a Calzone I got from a pizza pub? First & Last time going here. It doesn’t scream 'Italy' to me, nor does it honestly have much flavor in its sauce. Yes, I am picking at it like a fussy bitch. 


So — where the hell have I been? Where haven’t I been? 

Found a guy who I thought might be a start to finding some normalcy in a relationship. We had sex, talked about wanting to be together for a long time, then he cheated on me with some girl at his workplace & then tried to say I was the unfaithful one. He also tried to take a swing at me, and that didn’t go well for him. Broken nose, almost a crushed testicle later, and he’s long gone. 
 

Each day it feels more and more like my basic white bitch ass will never find someone who both treats me like Kai Mei, but also wants to be more than friends and get serious about a relationship. Of course, Kai Mei is still a great friend, but he has also found an awesome woman for himself. She’s a sweety, and we became bff’s pretty damn quickly. 

Needless to say, between that and the insanity of the world, there have been some dark days in which I can feel that dark side of me say, “ You would have been better off dead”. When those days materialize, I text Kai Mei and, at times, ask for a moment of his time to talk or just be present with someone for shared strength.  This mental health stuff never gets easy after you’ve been to your darkest point. 

On the note of how disassociated and unstable the world is — how many people are seeing this circus about the Pedo Files? I’ve had a few people finally tell me to chill out after I went on a week-long tangent about how my idolized dream lover, Michael Jackson, was not anywhere within that mess. Now, with people coming forward more so, noting MJ was in fact fully aware of the island and was actively working to keep child actors and singers off it. 

The man never did anything wrong; the world believed the manipulators. The man died (unless not... I still hold hope he was smarter than them) at the hands of an assassination of the King of Pop. They silenced his words from his own face, to now have the world forcing his words in song into theirs. 

The anger and rage I feel simply from knowing that it took his passing and many years for people to finally see past the smoke, mirrors, and money, to see who the real monsters were all this time.  I won’t harp on it, but I give all those people who threw hate at me for believing in MJ the biggest of middle fingers. 


I have gotten into trying to work out more since I started to get a small pudge tummy. That abusive prick Boyfriend.. that was my initial trainer.

Since then, I went to a different gym and found a wonderful man for training with. 

I preface this with the fact that there is no other way but to label this man as I am about to, and it’s not of malice or to try and classify them within a focused mindset.  I just don’t keep up with all the terms that exist nowadays in the alternative communities. 

My new gym trainer is a gay man, quite the looker, and has a very healthy body frame, not just buff muscle-brain type. Did I actually search specifically for him, being a gay man? No. He was actually recommended by himself after I asked around about a trainer at this gym and explained the last one I had was not a great fit. He said that he would be more than available to help me work out and learn things for getting myself toned again, and maybe some muscle on these ‘lil chicken wings' of arms I have. 

It is an interesting and honestly enjoyable time as we both talk through our comfort zones for interaction. He’s like having a gym girlfriend who both knows their routines and yet knows how to get you motivated. He puts his hands on my waist when doing stretches and likes to tease me into doing more sit-ups. His boyfriend also works at the gym; they both are fully used to this, and he’s even told me that they have numerous women whom they train who appreciate their way of doing things. It’s a mix of having that Hot Man with you, but respectful, and you know they aren’t going to do something to you cuz they aren’t interested in you that way. Highly recommend finding a good match for gym trainers. 

Beyond that, I feel like I'm in survival mode. Working at this downtown office as a Front Desk Clerk, going home to shower and eat, then going to bed.  Jag has been in Japan living her best life, and from her tweets, I can tell she’s also having one hell of a moment herself. As much as I enjoy getting to have Bruno for fun, he and Jag are, in my opinion, a great couple if they can work through a lot of past issues. I’m rooting for em!

I got a Lavender Rose bath bomb calling my name... tossing it into my hottub out back and sinking my naked ass body into that heated water to try and melt away everything from the last few months. Self-Love on a Day I have no lover.  I hope those of you who are with someone have a great Valintines Day... I hope that if you're serious, you get some great sex together, maybe try some new things even. I’m pulling for ya guys!

xxxo Rio 


 

August 10, 2025

The Most Childish...

... of Adults.

Back again in short order, this psychotic bitch. 

Let me explain.

After a long trend of heat & humidity, we've had a few spurts of storms and rain. Jag, Bruno, & I, in a moment of delirium, decided to take advantage of the rains. We would slip outside into the back yard as we allowed ourselves that moment of almost childish bliss & naivety. 

Slipping back into the outdoor shower to the bathroom as we laughed at ourselves, soaked to the bone, and ignoring the emotion of embarrassment or vanity. 

It was our moment of joint joy & brought us closer together. 

I wanted to share this quirky moment we had and how much fun it was for me. I'll forever cherish this moment in my life. 

July 27, 2025

A Flood of Emotions...

... ,storm waters, & summer heat

Made it to a shorter gap between posts! It's been a shitshow of events in such a short time, though -- let's talk about it. 

The perception of my tastes and self by others has been a game of assumptions for years. "She's an 80s girly girl", "She'd hate dark music", etc. doubled. 

While I am quite bound to the 80s era & culture, one must recall that hair bands and rock music were also formed within the 80s as well.  That said -- the passing of Ozzy Osborne was a hard pill to take. Along with the passing of other celebrities, including vocalist George Kooymans of Golden Earring. All were pinnacles of their art and brought us all imagery within our minds through their music. They are all to be missed yet also thanked for their contributions to the world. 

Within those events, I've watched storm waters rise and recede near my backyard from the lake level rise from recent storms & runoff. One day, the rains came as I was outside doing yard work, and it made me glad I was wearing a bikini under my clothes. The warm rainwater felt good, even with the high temperatures lately. 

My home has lakefront access, and it does at times bear moments of concern. I also have a custom-designed bath, which gives access to an outside shower that has flooded slightly, which keeps me on my toes sometimes.  The storms have also tried to drown my garden and taken out 1 larger tree in the neighborhood I'm in.  Wild times to be honest. 

As of this current week, I've been having girls' night (and Bruno) with Jag. The news of Ozzy's passing and other things going on personally had taken a toll on her. There is nothing I can truly speak on; it's her own story and life to tell at her own time.  She's fine and her mental state was, nor is, not where one should be concerned. 

I am in such love with Jag and we're like sisters, but with an interesting dynamic. Frequent readers know my story with Bruno, Jag's bodyguard & associate. We are all so close and care for each other deeply. Yet, I also know much deeper aspects of her life that others don't, and she's been embracing that side of herself more in private within the house. 

More beach time & Pool fun with summer foods to come for us, as weather permits. She was so impressed and happy with how the July events at Glen Garden's went, and I don't blame her as I attended Anima & Glen Fest. Anima, this year, was my first time attending, and it was epic seeing the cosplays and stage shows. 

I'm so proud of her. She's a great roomie as well when she visits. 

I'm doing fine while letting this summer be a time to just relax & improve my self-image. Bikini season is a time of uncertainty. I get self-conscious about my frame, while I get more male attention for the same, obviously. I have never been a fan of being objectified by men; even at my worst, it was a point of discomfort for me.

I am fortunate that most men in my life are intelligent gentlemen who, even if sexually pleased by them in some capacity, are still respectful and kind. The few assholes I have encountered rarely get far in bed with me, nor do I try to give them the time of day. 

If you haven't noticed by now, my taste in men has always been unorthodox compared to what other "bubbly blond bimbos", as I've once been referred to as, would want. My crushes have always been the outsiders of society, the gentleman of a time past, the bad boys with true hearts. Few girls, like myself, who have lusted for and dreamed of Michael Jackson for decades, rarely wind up dating or giving oxygen to immature boys or men lost in themselves or their delusions of "manliness" curated by porn sites & poor father figures. 

My body simply attracts the latter while my personality attracts the former. Some of you may already know the ratio of the two sadly leans more to boys & fake men than it ever does real men.  I reiterate; I have been blessed to have at least 2 or 3 of them in my life. 

So I guess my advice to close out is... make sure to hold out for the real men. If you are a man, hold out for the real women, too. The ones that have a true mind, their own opinions, & make you feel happy and safe. 

Have a fun and rest-filled summer into fall. I can smell the pumpkin spice already.