Love is not safe. Love is not permanent, love is not static. Love itself may last forever, but relationships will morph and change, and sometimes, die. Love guarantees to hurt us, eventually.
Category: Slice o’ Life
Is That A Spanking Bench I See Before Me?
Over the years, I’d occasionally have sex with guys (prolly inspired by p0rn) who would suddenly, out of nowhere, slap my ass.
WTF?!? Always took me out of the sexy mood, entirely. In a sweet, gentle voice, I would inform those guys, “Try that shit again, asshole, and you’ll pull back a fucking stub.”
Why I (Often) Like Sex on the First Date
I’ve had ONSs (One Night Stands) turn into long term relationships. I’ve had relationships morph from romantic and sexual into enduring platonic friendships, and back to FWB, to… who knows? Relationships are extremely fluid things, regardless of if and when sex enters the mix.
The kind of partners who interest me are not checking the mileage on my vagina.
Inventory – Word of the Year for 2015
Rather than resolutions, a lot of people, some bloggers, some not, choose to pick a specific word to focus on for the upcoming year. For 2015, mine is inventory. Taking Inventory is something I had to do regularly, in various jobs. (Hello, working in food & beverage!) But I never thought of applying it to my personal…
All The Peens, All The Time (Adventures in Datingland)
I also realized, and had to laugh at myself, that part of me was afraid that if I didn’t grab and appreciate every penis that’s waved in front of me (figuratively or literally), they would all go away.