While I was lying in bed this morning contemplating today’s posting (and masturbating) I wondered: Do you feel guilty for your fantasies? If you do, I would like to empower you to NOT feel guilty any longer.
DO IT. EVEN WHEN YOU DON’T FEEEEEEEEL LIKE IT.
There can be times when we don’t feeeeeeel like having sex. There are times when your partner doesn’t feeeeeeel like having sex. It’s not anyone else’s job to make sure you are fully, sexually satisfied. It’s your job, and yours alone.
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Blue Dong & Birth Control
Sorry for the delayed post!!!! The holiday weekend set me back a day. Smooches!!!
Ohhhh birth control. .. even without taking into consideration the onslaught of political BS that is swirling around regarding women’s access to this all-important product, I have quite a lot to say.
First of all, let’s discuss CYCLES. It’s fairly easy and obvious to know that planning pregnancy or making sure pregnancy only happens WHEN WE REALLY WANT IT TO HAPPEN is a fairly “easy” thing to do. Yet, we fail at this time and again. Why is that??
I would venture to say it’s because there’s a HUGE disconnect happening here… and both women and men are guilty.
HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP.
LIVE-LOVE-LAUGH-FUCK! (and cry sometimes)
It’s difficult to type with so many tears streaming down my face, clouding my vision. Dammit. But, it’s the direction I’m gonna go with, it’s the sentiment I will run with. When fully living life, the emotions will flow. You know, when it’s good, it’s GOOD; but when it’s bad, it fucking SUCKS ASS.
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Accepting Applications. FOR A NEW LOVER.
HOW SCARY AM I?
What I’ve been pondering lately is HOW this blog makes men feel, in general, and about ME, more specifically. I mean, I’m single so if a guy’s interested in me or if I’m interested in him – is it a very good idea to tell him about this blog? It seems like I would terrify and scare every man off.
BUSH WHACKED!
THE WANING WAX.
I’ve been personally elated that the bush has made a reappearance in porn. Like, it gave me permission to stop waxing. For some reason that permission seemed to need to come from the pages, or videos, of Hustler.
SQUIRTING.Revisited.
I’ve been anxiously waiting for the right opportunity to bring SQUIRTING back up! I mean, I’ve had a number of requests to discuss techniques in greater detail since my very first post on V-Day. I received a specific request this week:
69
Are you *snickering*?? I do, whenever I see 69 anywhere – weather reports, MPH, maps, my food purchase yesterday ended in .69 cents.
PREACHIN’ IT!
I am single. I am childless. I am proud of it (finally).
Puuleeeaaase don’t pretend to condescendingly think I’m “talking myself into” this. I’m not. I’ve explored all options. I’ve explored the possibility that I’m sabotaging myself or tricking myself into believing this. I’ve explored that maybe I’m “unlucky in love” or I’m “unlucky” in getting pregnant. Nope, I don’t think so. I’m making the single, childless choices, consciously. Of course, I admit to myself and I know I haven’t made the best choices in men in the past. Ya, I could use some therapy.
The 90s
The Internet Guy – or ANY service guy.
I had my Internet installed the other day. My technician was hot. It’s a pretty awkward scenario in general – having a strange man in my home, whom I’ve never met. I was immediately propelled back to the 90s and my days of reading Penthouse Letters. Haha! So many of the stories were about women at home, with their “service technicians” showing up: plumber, UPS guy, pool cleaner. You know, one look and they’re doing it on the kitchen table or the chaise lounge beside the pool; they’re getting FULLY serviced!