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fatehbaz · 2 years

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On heavily-industrialized polluted land most harmful to Indigenous, Black, Latine, disabled communities, an ecological restoration project ‘acts as good PR for an industry producing ongoing’ racialized harm. It’s ‘an incomplete remediation of harm ... but “not enough” is better than nothing.’

The Baytown Nature Center sits on a peninsula jutting out into the Houston Ship Channel. [...] The center acts as a sanctuary for 317 species of birds on top of being a wetland restoration project and a community park. [...] The BNC is unusual as nature parks go because it defies the expectation that “real” nature is separate from human culture. The wetland [...] was built on what was once a housing development for Humble Oil executives. The ship channel is itself a built structure -- it was dredged out in the early twentieth century to turn Houston into a port city. The 50-mile long channel is a global petrochemical hub with over 6,000 miles of oil, gas, and chemical pipelines. [...] While the park is open in displaying these markers of its recent history of human habitation, it makes little mention of the land’s Indigenous history. [...]

Almost 200 tons of material are moved through the channel annually because of the ten oil refineries and 500 chemical processing plants on its shores. There are 21 Superfund sites that the EPA has identified in or near Houston. At least seven of these sites flooded during Hurricane Harvey in 2017, causing an estimated half a billion gallons of chemical processing waste to spill [...]. All of this happens in the same waters that wash onto the shores and into the wetlands of the Baytown Nature Center. [...]

While the scale of our environmental troubles is global, their impacts are not experienced evenly across race, class, or nationality. [...] To really consider the Baytown Nature Center [...] requires the wider context of its own enmeshment.

The Superfund sites, industrial plants, and pipelines that litter the Houston Ship Channel and surrounding areas all do harm to the health of human and nonhuman beings living nearby. Right now, the Karankawa Kadla are fighting a Houston-based oil company’s attempt to expand their export terminal onto an historical Karankawa settlement.

In and around Houston, the pollution from the ship channel is densest in neighborhoods that are predominantly Black or Latin[e] and where disabled people are most likely to live. [...] Legal discovery from a lawsuit against the Exxon plant in Baytown found that in just eight years the plant had nearly 4,000 unreported emission events. Individually, these releases were smaller than Texas requires be reported, but cumulatively they have ongoing effects [...].

Flooding is also becoming more frequent and severe due to climate change [...]. Like during Harvey, these floods also make acute exposure to harmful toxins more likely. Despite this, the Texas General Land Office denied federal flood mitigation funds to the primarily low-income areas of Houston that most needed it and instead gave those funds to wealthier, whiter inland areas less prone to flooding. These are not new problems for the Houston area, and the disproportionate impact polluting industries have had on neighborhoods whose residents are historically Black and low-income has been well-documented [...].

It is difficult not to see the insufficiency of a marshland restoration in the face of the racialized and multispecies environmental violence that is central to this region’s recent history.

The expectation that parks feel separate from the built environment does nothing to dissuade us from the false notion that we as a species are separate from the rest of nature. It is an extension of the original myth behind the national parks: that they were untouched wild spaces rather than colonized Indigenous lands. While the Baytown Nature Center’s refusal to perform that kind of “pure, untouched nature” might be a radical departure from other parks’ troubling attachment to the illusion of purity, it isn’t indicative of a wider willingness to engage with the implications of colonialism, pollution, or their violences. As Eli Clare writes in Brilliant Imperfection, “When it works, restoration can be a powerful force contributing to the Earth’s well-being . . . or [it] may be a Band-Aid stuck onto a gaping wound.” In the case of the BNC, a little of both might be true. [...]

The Brownwood housing development that once stood where the park now resides was declared unfit for human habitation following years of repeated floods culminating in Hurricane Alicia in 1983. These floods were the direct result of voracious use of groundwater in and around Houston -- particularly by large corporations like Humble Oil. [...] This subsidence was particularly bad around the ship channel, where the ground lost as much as two meters in elevation. Despite this [...] [i]ndustries were allowed to continue drawing groundwater long after the municipal supply had moved to surface water, leading areas like Brownwood to become so subsided that residents had to be relocated.

A decade later, the petrochemical industry intervened in this landscape again. The EPA found that a group of corporations -- among them oil giants Exxon, Chevron, and Texaco -- had collectively dumped 90 million gallons of waste in the area called the French Limited Superfund site. This Superfund site is in Crosby, another small oil town outside of Houston off the San Jacinto River. That river runs straight into the Houston Ship Channel. The restoration of the first 60 acres of what would become the Baytown Nature Center was funded by a remediation requirement placed upon these polluting corporations by the federal government. [...]

The money that initially funded it does not undo the dangerous behavior of Houston’s polluting industries or fix the French Limited Superfund site. It does nothing to address the ongoing environmental injustice perpetuated by these industries. Additionally, funding the marshland restoration can be used to make those profiting off harm look good. The Port of Houston does exactly that on its official website, where they have given these restoration efforts their own page.

The Baytown Nature Center thus acts as good PR for an industry producing ongoing harm.

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I am unwilling, however, to write this marshland off. It is impure, but [...] “not enough” is not the same as nothing. This restoration effort provides habitat and shelter for many nonhuman species [...]. This park offers a rare chance in such an industrialized city for locals to consider nonhuman nature more closely. The Baytown Nature Center is an incomplete remediation of harm [...]. I want to critique it without falling prey to the temptation to write off the imperfect or the impure. The center, as imperfect as it is, still represents the kind of land restoration that Eli Clare highlights: “not a return to the past nor a promise to the future, although it may hold glimmers of both. Rather it is simply an ecosystem in transition.” [...] [W]hat I do know is that a wetland is better than another refinery or a neighborhood for oil executives. I am certain that the people, birds, and other beings who enjoy these green spaces deserve access to them. I’m also certain that the Baytown Nature Center could do more to name the role industry has played in shaping and endangering this human and nonhuman ecosystem.

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Text, images, and captions published by: Gardiner Brown. “When Wetland Restoration and Big Oil Collide.” Edge Effects. 30 June 2022. [Italicized first paragraph/heading added by me.]

#indigenous #gulf coast #texas

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andrusi · 1 year

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rating lego space shuttles: zeroties

#4124 Advent Calendar (2001)

still space port but at least it used a slope for the tail this time. finally up to the level of something I did when I was like four. 🚀

#7315 Solar Explorer (2001)

so the one good thing about space port is it kind of evolved into a series of “near-future” town/city space exploration subthemes. the first one of these was life on mars, which as the name suggests was also the first of several “mission to mars” subthemes, and also as the name suggests involved martians being a thing. anyway this is consequently also the first of several “future shuttles” that are clearly based on the space shuttle orbiter but are doing their own thing, and it’s not a bad start. like the space port shuttle, it’s modular, but on a future shuttle that comes across more like it’s designed to adapt to different purposes in a situation where astronauts have to fend for themselves for years without any meaningful support from earth. I can dig it.

what I can’t dig, however, is the cargo bay roof just being a “canvas” print like a covered wagon from the wild west theme. despise it. 🚀🚀

#4098 High Flyers has a space shuttle among its gazillion builds but it’s clearly something cobbled together out of parts that are meant to be extremely multipurpose so it feels out of scope. also I can’t find a good picture of the shuttle.

#7467 International Space Station (2003)

in 2003 lego collaborated with the discovery channel to make a series of properly nasa-based space sets. this set, representing an adorable baby form of the international space station, includes a teeny-tiny space shuttle. it’s not very accurate at all but it’s recognizable. 🚀🚀

by the way, this is a surprise tool to help us later.

#7470 Space Shuttle Discovery-STS-31

now we’re talking.

not only does this set represent one specific real life space shuttle for the first time rather than a generic one, but it actually represents one specific space shuttle mission. consequently the payload is also no mere generic satellite, but the venerable hubble space telescope. and what representations they are! discovery has nice curved cargo bay doors, working elevons and rudder, and landing gear that can be extended and retracted, not to mention the use of various slopes and such to more accurately capture the vehicle’s shape. hubble fares just as well, a set of instantly recognizable shapes. this set was the gold standard for lego space shuttles for many years. 🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀

I do have to complain about one thing, though, which is that almost every sticker on the shuttle spans several pieces, and that’s quite a few stickers. god help you if you ever want to take this thing apart. note: I’ve taken this thing apart.

#7690 MB-01 Eagle Command Base (2007)

the decade’s not out and we’re already going back to mars. this time the aliens aren’t friendly and the humans are ready to fight. as such, this time we get a ship that’s clearly still meant to be evocative of a space shuttle orbiter but is also definitely a starfighter. I feel like it basically works but I’m a little weirded out by how the oms pods are now used to store captured aliens. 🚀🚀🚀

#HOUSTON (2008)

this was apparently a promotional set given out at the grand opening of a lego store in houston. extremely simple. I rate it houston out of houston.

#6471 Mini Jet (2009)

brickset thinks the second model on this tiny 3-in-1 set is supposed to be a space shuttle. I guess I can see it but it really just looks like a weird jet to me. ✈✈

#lego #space

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beardedmrbean · 2 years

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Old girl helped get us through both world wars, glad they're fixin her up right

#doge #uss texas #us navy #le get those guns working and she'll still scare the hell out of anyone has arrived

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honeybuckin · 7 months

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randomized ship-list

river blum + heaven uson ( koleen diaz [ . . . ] dj ) . junhee bae + ignacio zapata ( julio peńa [ . . . ] politician's son ╱ hacker ) . rome baek + gunner " ace " tocci ( cris calenda [ . . . ] tattoo artist ╱ band member ) . giselle jeon + symphani medina ( jenna ortega [ . . . ] cartel granddaughter ╱ college student ╱ aspiring punk-pop artist ) . carmen baird + quincy etienne ( luka sabbat [ . . . ] fashion guru ╱ bassist for the channel ) . clementine moreau + dante haas — moon ( charles melton [ . . . ] celebrity chef ╱ nyc socialites ) . joel tuazon + kimberly houston ( lauren london [ . . . ] nurse practitioner ╱ single mom ) .

#wickedluvs #lmk if youd wanna do any of these #and thanks <33

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the-eternal-quest-for-balance · 2 years

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A little Maritime action on the Houston shipping channel. A Cargo ship heading up towards Houston and a Ferry going from Galveston to the Bolivar Peninsula.

10-05-2022

10:36 hrs. Local

#SWR

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slippinmickeys · 2 years

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The Mesas of Deutoronilus Mensae (13/?)

The reverberation of the M-L/AV as it pierced the thin atmosphere of Mars had the calamitous feel of doomsday, the shaking and roar of the vehicle like the very ending of existence. Mulder could see nothing from where he sat, strapped to the jump seat in his EVA hardsuit, but he could hear everything; from the chatter of the mission pilots to the storm outside the ship, as the God of War fought the invasion of warm-bodied terrestrial visitors.

He felt it the moment the parachutes deployed above them, jerking back the lander and all the people in it as it scooped at the Martian air, slowing their descent. They fell for what felt like eons before a skidding impact informed them they’d touched down. Mulder could hear labored breathing through the comms system as each of the ten astronauts processed the fact that what they’d been training for for years was now a reality — they were on the face of another planet.

“Mission Control,” Ehrlich said, her voice carrying a hint of steely triumph, “Nerio has touched down. We are two hundred yards from nominal target site.”

At this there was outright whooping and cheers from the crew. There would have also been back slapping and embraces if the stiff-jointed hard suits were at all conducive to more free movement in the tight quarters of the Mars-Lander/Ascent Vehicle.

Mulder heard the click as Ehrlich switched the comms with Mission Control off so that the crew could freely talk amongst themselves without Houston listening in. Due to the distance between Mars and Earth, it would take Ehrlich’s radio message to NASA a full ten minutes to arrive and then another ten before any return message was received on the red planet. At the HAB, the inflatable temporary base where the astronauts would be living (until more permanent structures could be built to house the new colony), there would be a much faster comm laser array that would ensure more timely communication between Mars and Earth, but it would take time to get it up and fully operational. Until then, the Nerio mission would be largely on their own.

“All right Nerio,” Ehrlich said, “let’s get out of this bird and check out the new digs.”

The astronauts stood awkwardly in the large suits, unstrapping themselves from the jump seats to move to the M-L/AV’s small airlock where they would be depressurized in groups of two before stepping out onto the Martian landscape.

As it happened, Mulder and Scully were the third pair to exit the ship, and stepped into the airlock together. Before depressurizing, they would each have to check each other’s hardsuits systems and structure. It was the first time they’d been alone together since Scully had ended their burgeoning relationship, other than a few assigned duties during which they were too busy to do much more than exchange brief pleasantries. Even then she seemed distant from him and closed off. He sighed, missing their old camaraderie.

Once the airlock door had sealed behind them, they turned to each other. Mulder hit the button on his suit that would switch off the comm from the wideband comm channe,l that all the other astronauts could hear, to the private two-way (or three-way, or four) system that would enable each person to have a private discussion with any of the other suits in their general proximity. Without this feature, there would be constant chatter on the comm channel, with people talking over one other. With ten people doing different things all over the base at the same time, it was essential, and a genius bit of engineering, Mulder had to admit. He connected his private comm system with Scully’s.

“You ready for this?” Mulder asked her without preamble. They were about to step out onto the surface of another world.

“I am,” Scully said stoically. “Do you want me to do you first?”

Mulder ignored the softball and chose not to make the easy crude joke.

“Sure,” he said, watching her face through the transparent barrier of her helmet. She did not meet his eyes.

She went through the safety check process thoroughly, checking to make sure every closure on Mulder’s hard suit – gloves, boots, helmet and torso – were sealed properly. This would need to be done every time any one of the astronauts or colonists went out on EVA. One tiny leak in a person’s suit and they wouldn’t last more than a few minutes in the deadly atmosphere of Mars. She then checked the suit system readout on Mulder’s left wrist.

She reached for her own wrist and reconnected to the wideband comm. “Astronaut Mulder’s suit is properly sealed, suit systems nominal,” she reported.

“Copy,” said Ehrlich. Scully reached down to switch back to private comm.

“My turn,” she said, glancing at him once, briefly. It was only a split second, but he tried to read her eyes.

He checked the wrist seal where her gloves (which had probably the most expensive technology of anything on the whole of the mission, protecting the astronauts while at the same time giving them maneuverability and the ability to feel even minute texture changes of objects in their grasp) met her hard suit and glanced up at her face.

“How have you been, Scully?”

She didn’t respond for a moment, and he tried not to read too much into her pause.

“I’ve been… all right.” He moved to check her boots, noting the blue diagonal stripes that went across her foot. Each astronaut’s hard suit was color coded with stripes that would stick out in a regular pattern against the natural backdrop of Mars, each individual’s color making for easy identification from a distance. Scully’s suit’s stripes were a bright blue. Like her eyes, Mulder thought. He glanced down at his own forest green-striped suit for a moment before moving up to check where her helmet met the neck of her hardsuit. “How about you?” she asked. His eyes met hers and held.

I miss you, he wanted to say. Instead, he said, “I’ve been okay.” He wanted to touch her, her skin, feel the warmth and the weight of it. Instead, he finished checking her suit.

She nodded at him as if to say Good , and he looked to her suit’s system readout and then reached for his own to disengage private comm.

“Astronaut Scully’s suit is properly sealed, suit systems nominal.”

“Copy,” said Ehrlich. “Visors down. Engage airlock.”

Mulder and Scully both reached up to activate the gold visor shield on each of their helmets. The loud hiss and chug of the airlock pump engaged, and fifteen seconds later the airlock light went from red to green.

Scully reached forward to open the outer hatch. The sight as the door swung open to reveal the alien world made his breath hitch. It was exactly what he’d expected and nothing like he’d dreamed. Red dirt, orange mountains, the dome of the Martian atmosphere the color of fresh-caught salmon with the sun shining as an eerily small dot in the not-so-distant sky.

Their landing site, the Deuteronilus Mensae region, was located on the northern edge of Arabia Terra and bordering the southern highlands and the northern lowlands. It was most notably characterized by the glacial features it possessed — towering red mesas that rose up out of the land like the backs of giants lowered into penitent genuflection.

An unconscious impulse made him want to reach for Scully’s hand. Ehrlich’s comm system beeping through to his on the private channel drew his attention instead.

“Mulder, Scully, I’m going to require some assistance over here,” the commander said into their three-way comm. “Henderson is experiencing some panic.”

Mulder turned to see where the four astronauts that had already exited the M-L/AV were clustered. Ehrich raised her suited hand, her stripes a bright red. Next to her, one of the astronauts was half bent-over, gloved hands on his thighs. From the bright purple stripes, Mulder identified him as Henderson, an engineer and mission specialist.

Mulder watched as Scully looked at her wrist display and brought up a new screen.

“His heart rate is through the roof,” Scully informed Ehrlich and himself. “He’s over-oxygenating.” As flight surgeon, she had access to the medical information from each person’s hardsuit. The man was hyperventilating.

“I’ve got him,” Mulder said, and switched out of the private comm with Ehrlich and Scully to engage in two-way with Henderson as he approached the group. He could immediately hear the man’s urgent breathing, interspersed with occasional gasps and groans.

“Henderson, it’s Mulder,” he said calmly. “I’ve got you on private comm right now. I’m going to patch in the commander and flight surgeon, is that okay?” Without waiting for an answer, he clicked them in. “Okay, Connor,” he went on. “It’s just the four of us. You’re having a little bit of trouble?”

Henderson gasped and Mulder could hear him struggle to put together words. “It doesn’t,” he breathed hard, “look right. It’s all… wrong… too… close.”

Mulder looked out at the planet before them. It was odd. Due to the size of Mars (about half the size of our own planet), the horizon was closer than it would have been on Earth, giving everything an eerie, claustrophobic feel. It was like Hitchcock had done some trick with the camera to mess with the audience’s headspace.

“Connor,” Mulder said, hitting the button on his visor that would make it go from reflective to transparent so the man could see his face. “Look at me.”

Henderson took a stumbling step toward Mulder and tried straightening up. Though Mulder couldn’t see his face through the man’s own visor, he could tell Henderson was trying to do as he asked. He put a hand on the man’s shoulder. Henderson wouldn’t be able to feel it, but the familiar gesture would register nevertheless.

Mulder heard the beep of Scully popping into two-way with him. “Mulder, I’m going to lower his oxygen levels and raise the CO2 briefly. It’ll be like plunking a paper bag over his mouth. Just try to get him to breathe normally.”

“Copy,” Mulder said, and then switched comm back over to Henderson.

“This,” Mulder said, gesturing out to the alien landscape with his other hand, “is weird. It’s alien. It’s normal to have a big reaction to it. Our training only prepares us for so many things. What you’re going through is completely normal. Let yourself process it, but you gotta breathe while you do that, okay?“

He could hear Henderson’s ragged breaths over the hiss of the comm.

Mulder put his gloved hand in front of the other astronaut’s face.

“I want you to breathe in when my hand goes up and out when it goes down. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Do it with me, ready?”

He gestured to the man and took loud breaths along with his hand movements so he could follow along. The pranayama technique would suppress the body’s sympathetic nervous response, which controlled fight-or-flight, and trigger the parasympathetic response, which would calm him down.

As the man breathed, Mulder considered the fact that his work here had only just begun. Part of Mulder’s job was to observe the astronauts' reaction to the planet and help NASA and the Mars Colony Administration design the colony to make the people living there feel more at home. This immediate response from someone who had been screened and trained for this scenario just proved how much work he had yet to do. He made a mental note to call a meeting with the colony’s architects so he could make suggestions on how to minimize the compressing feeling of Mars’ peripheral field. They would also have to come up with a plan for M-L/AV disembark procedure.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the boot of another astronaut step up to them. It had the bright blue stripe of Scully’s hardsuit.

“Pulse rate dropping,” she beeped in. “You’re doing good, Mulder.”

Mulder kept talking to Henderson, kept looking at him, letting the man concentrate on his voice and his face until his breathing seemed to fully regulate. After a few minutes, Henderson straightened himself.

“I’m… I’m okay,” the man said.

“Body readings back within acceptable range, Commander,” Scully clicked in.

“Glad to have you back, Connor,” Ehrlich said, then switched over to the wideband comm. “All right M-L/AV,” she said. “We’re ready for team four. Nominal on the ground.”

“Nominal on the lander,” came one of the pilot’s voices. “Sending group four to airlock.”

Ehrlich had one of the Team Two members move to sit with Henderson on a nearby rock and approached Mulder and Scully.

“I want you to meet the last two groups as soon as they come out of airlock,” she told them. “See if we can’t avoid this happening again.”

“Copy,” they both said and moved together to stand in front of the M-L/AV’s airlock door. They waited.

“Nice work back there,” Scully said as they waited for the next team to run through checks.

“Thank you,” Mulder said, eyes roving over the scorched ceramic exterior of the M-L/AV, of the now-deflated airbags that had softened the ship’s impact with the hard planet. They would need to be carefully repacked. “Just doing my job.”

“We’re lucky to have you, Mulder,” she said, and in her voice he heard something like affection. He quickly glanced at her, but her reflective visor was still engaged. Then she reached out a hand and gripped his, quickly. Through the technological marvel of the glove, he felt each individual finger, felt her squeeze once and then let go.

“Thank you,” he said again, feeling better about life than he had in weeks. And then the airlock door opened and they were greeting Team Four, then Team Five.

Once all the astronauts were out of the lander, Ehrlich called for muster, and all but Henderson, who was still sitting on the nearby rock, clustered around her.

“Alright, Shaw, Powers and Patel, I want an inspection on the HAB,” she announced. “All readouts report nominal, I want full visual confirmation before we go in. Then we can get out of these damn suits and have a celebratory drink in our new home.”

Even Henderson roused at this, and there was a round of cheerful chatter.

“I feel duty bound to point out that alcohol was prohibited on the manifests, commander,” Powers said, standing off to the side in his yellow-striped suit.

“And if you didn’t pack the four bottles of champagne I slipped you before leaving Earth, you’re not half the payload specialist I think you are, Powers.”

“I’m twice the payload specialist you think I am, ma’am,” Powers announced smugly. “I packed eight.”

#fanfic #my fic #msr #the x-files #au #mars au

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tjwillia5 · 1 year

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The Fred Hartman Bridge is a cable-stayed bridgeTexas spanning the Houston Ship Channel. The bridge carries 2.6 miles of State Highway 146, between the cities of Baytown and La Porte.

Very cool bridge, one of many along the coast.

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lonestarbattleship · 2 years

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Battleship Texas being towed from the Houston Ship Channel and saying goodbye to San Jacinto for the last time on August 31, 2022.

Note: footage is sped up.

Footage is recorded from the KHOU11 drone live stream: link

#Battleship Texas #Battleship #Dreadnought #USS Texas (BB-35)#USS Texas #New York Class #August #2022 #Houston Ship Channel #Texas #video #my post

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cagey2-blog · 2 years

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Today I sat at the end of the road. The same road I drive each day. As I drove the 5 miles with water on both sides I thought about my life as a cum dump. What does an aging cum dump do when he feels like he’s wasted his life on NSA’s. It was my choice, glory holes, public parks, cruising the beach boulevard and especially the 5 mile road that I sit parked watching the fishermen, the ships leaving Houston for the gulf or maneuvering the channels to Houston or TC. , The barges navigating the inner coastal waterway. They all have a purpose, places to be, people to love. I wonder if I could swim across the channel to the Bolivar peninsula. I used to think so many dicks so little time. I fell in love 3 times through the years only to be ghosted when things got too real. The first was Paul. He was an Aztec God, they could have carved statues of him. He was my first and biggest cock I’ve ever seen and still is I’m sure. We saw each other 3-4 times a week for about 9 months. One day his phone was disconnected so I drove by his house. It was empty, never saw him again, he never called. Then a year or so later I met Les. Les was tall slim with a swimmers body. Beautiful man blonde hair blue eyes. Walking talking sex machine. He was parked about 2 miles out on my favorite 5mile road sitting in a giant land yacht Pontiac Bonnevile. As I passed him we made eye contact. I did a u turn and went back to talk to him. I assumed he was a cop, too much hotness not to be. He asked me to come sit in his car and that started a year long love affair. He was married 2or 3 kids. He worked in the restaurant world, so did his wife. Different restaurant chains. He had a deep voice get hard listening to him talk. I had to work a 7/12 and I didn’t hear from him that week. 1st day off I called his restaurant, the female and I wouldn’t say lady, she yelled that he moved to the corporate office in Houston. I thought he might call since he had my number I didn’t have his Houston number(pre cell phone days). He never called. A while later I met Keith on the same 5 mile stretch of road. There was a gloryhole on the end. I was actually using the facility as designed and he walked in wearing military fatigues. He whipped out his impressive weapon and started stroking. That’s how we met and continued to get together 3-4 times a week. He had a girlfriend the he got pregnant so they married. After the baby was born he starting sharing his new bride and the mother of his son with all his male friends. He filmed a few along the way and shared them with me. He had sex with anyone that was available. I was always available, as time went on I became the Friday morning fuck. I’ll give him credit he always made me cum first. We continued from late 90’s to 2008. Ghosted again. I guess that’s when I turned to the adult movie booths. NSA’s all the way. That continued until 2018 when I finally decided no more. Now I’m just a grouchy disgruntled old man that let life pass him by. And now after 4 yrs. Of abstaining I decided to go to an adult movie theater. I met another old guy named Duque. After he tore me a new one he asked me to call his number so we could exchange text. When his phone rang he freaked, showed me his caller It had my full name. He went to his contact list and there I was full name address and email. He’s called me, texted and is now stalking on social media. I guess I deserve this. I guess I should go ahead and take the swim before he hacks me up and bury’s me under his porch.

So day2, should I swim it or not?

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Getting to Know Jaden Garza: Tech CEO, Family Man, and Superhero Collector

In the bustling world of technology, amidst the array of CEOs and innovators, one name stands out: Jaden Garza. Let's delve into the life and endeavors of this multifaceted individual who not only spearheads a leading corporation but also finds time for family, adventure, and a passion for superheroes.

Meet Jaden Garza

Born and raised in the vibrant city of Houston, Texas, Jaden now calls San Antonio his home. At thirty-something, he exudes the zest and dynamism of someone much younger. Professionally rooted in the realm of technology, Jaden serves as the CEO of HXO Corporation, steering the ship with decisiveness and creativity. Pronouns? He, him, his. And behind this accomplished leader stands his pillar of strength and partner-in-crime, Jessica Garza, his wife and best friend.

The Man Behind the Projects

Jaden's current focus extends beyond the confines of corporate boardrooms. Together with Jessica, he's delving into property management ventures while also nurturing a gaming and marketing platform. Their recent escapade to Disney World and the Florida Keys marked a rare family vacation—a cherished moment amidst the hustle of entrepreneurship. When it comes to leisure, Jaden's interests are as diverse as his professional portfolio. Marvel aficionado and collector of movie props, he finds solace in the world of superheroes.

Unveiling the Personality

Decisive, fair, creative, and ambitious—these adjectives aptly capture Jaden's essence. His ideal business relationship hinges on mutual respect and resilience. Yet, beyond the realm of profit margins and market strategies, his greatest joy lies in his family. Every endeavor, every decision, is driven by the desire to secure a better future for his children.

In Jaden's Own Words

"So check this out," begins Jaden, a phrase that often heralds the birth of a new idea or the sharing of wisdom. Red Bull energy drinks fuel his days, while nature's embrace offers respite from the rigors of leadership. For Jaden, organization is the key ingredient to the perfect vacation—a testament to his meticulous nature.

Jaden's Journey

From his entrepreneurial roots as a teen, tinkering with security systems and IT solutions, to his present role at the helm of HXO Corporation, Jaden's journey has been one of relentless pursuit. Books like "Rich Dad Poor Dad" and movies like "Iron Man" have left an indelible mark, shaping his worldview and inspiring his actions.

The Big Idea

Beyond corporate boardrooms and profit margins, Jaden harbors a grand vision: bridging the digital divide. By providing internet services to underserved communities, he seeks to empower those overlooked by mainstream networks.

Personal Mission and Favorite Quote

Driven by a deep-seated belief in the power of helping others, Jaden's personal mission resonates with altruism. Whether through business ventures or philanthropic endeavors, his compass points towards making a tangible difference in people's lives. And in the words of Elon Musk, "When something is important enough, you do it even if the odds are not in your favor."

In Conclusion

In the tapestry of tech moguls and corporate titans, Jaden Garza emerges as a beacon of innovation, compassion, and resilience. His journey—from humble beginnings to the pinnacle of success—is a testament to the power of passion, purpose, and unwavering determination.

As we navigate our own paths, let's draw inspiration from Jaden's story. Let's embrace creativity, cultivate resilience, and above all, strive to make a meaningful impact in the lives of others. Whether in the boardroom or the community, let's channel the spirit of Jaden Garza—an embodiment of leadership, empathy, and unwavering resolve.

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