New Story - My Funny Farm - Introduction

New Story – My Funny Farm – Introduction

 

No, I’m not back.  Don’t even consider such a thing!  But since I wrote this story I just figured I’d share it with you.  This piece may or may not be a piece of junk story.  Okay, no matter what you think of it, it’s anything but a major literary effort.  Sorry.  It is what it is.  Try to enjoy it though, and I hope you do.

Just so you know, it’s not the story that’s the important part for me, it’s the fact that I finished it.  With all the writing I’ve done over the years, for about the last two years I haven’t been capable of finishing even one simple story.  None!  So finishing this is the real accomplishment for me, not the quality of the story (did I mention it’s crap?).

Okay, right from the start I’m going to tell you that this is a story about diaper domination, coupled with sissy wear, coupled with male humiliation (how could it not be a piece of junk).  That said, beware!

Every story needs a framework or storyline.  Sometimes though that framework doesn't fully manifest itself until after you’ve begun to write it.  That’s what happened here.  I was trying to write a fun story for you all to read, and I hope it still is, but shortly after I began, the story took itself to somewhere I hadn’t expected, and a little bit later, something else happened in it, and I realized that like it or not, the framework was going to be something very serious.  I’ve done my best to minimize that serious subject, but it’s still part of the story.

I’ve mentioned a few times in the past that when I write, I’m just along for the ride.  I just let my fingers wiggle around on the keyboard while I sit back and see what comes out.  That’s what I’ve done here.  So like it or not, I went with what came out.  Like I said, I hope you all still find it fun to read.

What is the framework here?  An elderly man’s wife has died and left him alone.  His depression grows over it, and he eventually tries to commit suicide.  Fortunately, he didn’t succeed.  But his depression and continued drive to kill himself are still the biggest things in his mind.  The family steps in and tries to use whatever they can to bring him out of it.  However, even though the entire family wanted to save him, some of them had their own agendas.  And thus, you have a framework to work around.

For those of you who don’t know, a funny farm is an old slang term for what they now call a behavioral center, which used to be called an insane asylum, and sometimes the nuthouse.  I’m sure there were a ton of other names for it as well.  In the past, they were not viewed as nice places, and indeed, some horrific things happened in them.  This story doesn’t take place in the past though, and those behavioral centers now offer some of the best care imaginable for their patients.  My heart goes out to not just the patients in those places, but the staff as well.  They’re all dealing with difficult issues and jobs.

Shortly after beginning this story, one of the elements that drove me to the framework was the words to an old song (if you can call it that) from nineteen sixty-six.  It was a novelty song that somehow, unbelievably, managed to quickly climb itself to the top of the music charts.  The song is called “They’re Coming to Take Me Away,” and it was performed by Napolean XIV, whose real name was Jerry Samuels.  I’ve included the words to the song here.  Don’t worry about the melody, there wasn’t one.  The entire thing was spoken, and the only accompaniment to it was nothing but a marching drum.  I wonder if it could be considered a forerunner to today’s rap music.

The song is about a man whose wife has left him and it’s driving him insane.  Very similar to this story.

 

They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!

by Napolean XIV

 

Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees and begged you not to leave
Because I'd go berserk?

Well, you left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone completely out of my mind, and

 

They're coming to take me away, ha-ha
They're coming to take me away
Ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha, to the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away, ha-ha

 

You thought it was a joke
And so you laughed, you laughed
When I had said that losing you would make me flip my lid, right?

You know you laughed, I heard you laugh
You laughed, you laughed and laughed
And then you left, but now you know I'm utterly mad, and

 

They're coming to take me away, ha-ha
They're coming to take me away
Ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha, to the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket-weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, ha-ha

 

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back for all my kind unselfish loving deeds? Huh?

Well, you just wait, they'll find you yet
And when they do, they'll put you in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt! And

 

They're coming to take me away, ha-ha
They're coming to take me away
Ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha, to the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away, ha-ha

To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, ha-ha

To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats

 

 My Funny Farm – 25 Chapters, and I don’t know how many posts exactly, I’m guessing around 43 or 44.

 It all starts with my next post on Friday. 

 As I said, I’m not back!  But I truly hope you all enjoy this bit of fun.

Karen