From the archives:
1. Why do you like sexting or virtual sex (chatting, skype, etc.)?
I used to do a fair amount of chat back in the days when things like IRC were a thing. I enjoyed virtual sex, but it usually devolved into me just telling stories, which is why I started the blog because I felt like I got off more on telling the stories than virtual sex anyway, and it's easier to tell a long, involved story in a blog than in a chat window. Plus, typing while diddling is tough.
2. When you’re about to “get busy”…get down & dirty, you know, have sex, do you like to be undressed by your lover or take off all your clothes by yourself?
Depends on how submissive I'm feeling. Sometimes it's nice to be undressed. Sometimes it's more fun if you're both so ready to go that you just rip the clothes off yourself. Sometimes it's fun to keep the clothes on.
But there is something extremely sexy about either doing a strip-tease for your partner or for them to slowly, sensually undress you while you are powerless to stop them. Again, depends on how submissive I'm feeling. Also, what clothes I'm wearing. If I'm wearing something which isn't fun to take off, I just want to get naked. But if I'm wearing something fun, by all means, undress me and caress me.
3. What is the most desperate thing you’ve done for sex?
Offered it to someone with whom I didn't really want to have sex. As unlikely as it sounds, I have been in situations where I had no other options but people I didn't care for at all. But the vagina wants what the vagina wants.
4. Libido booster drugs for women (viagra for women) will hit the market soon. Are you interested in trying them? Will you take the new drug(s)? Why or why not?
(If you are a man, would you like for your female lover to take such a drug?)
Why does it have to assume that I need to be a man for my partner to be a woman?
I wouldn't take them because my libido is already pretty stoked and it doesn't seem like I need any help. I guess if I were offered one, I might take it to see what it did, but if all it did was increase my sex drive, I can't see the point for me. I need a pill which helps me enjoy sex more, not a pill which makes me more receptive to it.
As far as a partner, if it were something they needed, I'd support it.
"Lady Viagra" is an odd thing to think about. Viagra isn't really a sex-drive enhancer; it just makes you hard. I'm not sure what the female equivalent of "makes you hard" is. If it makes you cum more easily, that sounds great. If it's to treat female sexual disfunction of a kind which makes it impossible to have sex in the same way that erectile disfunction affects men, that I'm all for the drug and I hope it helps a lot of women, but I don't need it. I can have sex, I just have issues with arousal making me hurt. It's possible that taking this pill would put me in a lot of pain.
Bonus: If it were legal in your country/community to visit a “sex box” would you?
Probably not, because I'm not terribly interested in visiting a prostitute in any circumstance. I have nothing against it, but I'm just not interested in it at the moment.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
TMI Tuesday
From the archives:
1. Create your perfect job. What do you do?
Honestly, what I do now is pretty nice, just without any stability of hours. But if I were creating my perfect job, it would probably involve cataloguing data, maybe editing, maybe a bit of programming. And the hours would be set entirely by me.
2. What person has changed you for the better?
Jesus? No, only kidding; he's a nice guy, but we have differences of opinion on some theological matters. I could be incredibly cliched and say Sveta, who has indeed changed me for the better. But I also have candidates who are teachers or people who've taught me things. I'm far from perfect, but I'm definitely a better person because of things I've learned from various people.
3. Cat person or dog person?
Like dogs, love cats. I'm definitely more of a cat person as far as temperament goes.
4. Who is your favorite relative? Why?
God, don't make me choose. Also, what counts as "relative?" I don't have that many relatives, really. I guess if I have to pick people outside my immediate family, Aunt Dierdre is probably my favorite, but it's a close race and she only wins because she's fun to hang out with.
5. Mop the floor or iron clothes?
Floor mopping, although I'd rather do neither. I'm not domestic. But I have plenty of floor-mopping experience. I know more about swabbing decks and tying knots than a sailor, and that's because theater is basically a ship on dry land.
6. Which would you rather have, a swimming pool or a gardener? Why?
This is a tough one. On the one hand, I'd love to have a swimming pool, but I don't want to have to maintain it or pay for its maintenance. If I could have a maintenance-free swimming pool, that would be very tempting. But I'd have to have a completely different house and yard for that to work. If I'm getting either a pool in my current situation or a gardener in my current situation, going to have to go for the gardener because I really hate yard work. I don't have a garden and my gardener would be more of a landscaper, but being able to pass off the mowing and trimming and raking duties to someone else would be totally worth it.
Bonus: Are you better at giving oral sex or receiving oral sex?
Giving? I mean, you have to be pretty bad at giving oral if you're better at receiving it, at least as far as I'm concerned. Receiving oral is pretty easy. Maybe there's some higher tier of oral reception I haven't reached, but getting oral is hard to screw up. Also, I flatter myself that I'm pretty good at giving oral.
1. Create your perfect job. What do you do?
Honestly, what I do now is pretty nice, just without any stability of hours. But if I were creating my perfect job, it would probably involve cataloguing data, maybe editing, maybe a bit of programming. And the hours would be set entirely by me.
2. What person has changed you for the better?
Jesus? No, only kidding; he's a nice guy, but we have differences of opinion on some theological matters. I could be incredibly cliched and say Sveta, who has indeed changed me for the better. But I also have candidates who are teachers or people who've taught me things. I'm far from perfect, but I'm definitely a better person because of things I've learned from various people.
3. Cat person or dog person?
Like dogs, love cats. I'm definitely more of a cat person as far as temperament goes.
4. Who is your favorite relative? Why?
God, don't make me choose. Also, what counts as "relative?" I don't have that many relatives, really. I guess if I have to pick people outside my immediate family, Aunt Dierdre is probably my favorite, but it's a close race and she only wins because she's fun to hang out with.
5. Mop the floor or iron clothes?
Floor mopping, although I'd rather do neither. I'm not domestic. But I have plenty of floor-mopping experience. I know more about swabbing decks and tying knots than a sailor, and that's because theater is basically a ship on dry land.
6. Which would you rather have, a swimming pool or a gardener? Why?
This is a tough one. On the one hand, I'd love to have a swimming pool, but I don't want to have to maintain it or pay for its maintenance. If I could have a maintenance-free swimming pool, that would be very tempting. But I'd have to have a completely different house and yard for that to work. If I'm getting either a pool in my current situation or a gardener in my current situation, going to have to go for the gardener because I really hate yard work. I don't have a garden and my gardener would be more of a landscaper, but being able to pass off the mowing and trimming and raking duties to someone else would be totally worth it.
Bonus: Are you better at giving oral sex or receiving oral sex?
Giving? I mean, you have to be pretty bad at giving oral if you're better at receiving it, at least as far as I'm concerned. Receiving oral is pretty easy. Maybe there's some higher tier of oral reception I haven't reached, but getting oral is hard to screw up. Also, I flatter myself that I'm pretty good at giving oral.
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
TMI Tuesday
From the archives:
1. Could you date someone who is really into Legos? Their house consist of Lego furniture, the walls are covered in 3-D Lego art or photos of mammoth Lego creations.
Why not? I love Lego. It's Lego, by the way; the plural of Lego is Lego. If it got past "passion" and into "obsession" I might have issues, but that's true of a lot of passions. But I have no problem with Lego, as long as the rest of him/her is compatible.
2. You have a big date and discover that you have run out of undies (underwear, panties), would you:
a. re-wear dirty
b. wear a swimsuit or swimsuit bottoms
c. line worn undies with fresh panty-liners
d. go commando
Depends on where I'm expecting the date to go. And what "dirty" means. If they've been worn and are sitting in the hamper or something, I'd probably re-wear them. If they're actually dirty for whatever reason, unless that's what the person I'm dating likes, I'm not going to re-wear that pair, but I'm unlikely to be in a situation where I have neither clean nor wearably-dirty underwear. But I might just go commando if I think the evening will support it, either because it's not going to get hot and heavy or because it will. I do sometimes even if I have plenty of clean panties to wear. Come on though, even if I'm wearing a pair of underwear which has been worn before, I hardly expect my partner to examine them for cleanliness. If it's a choice between wearing a pair of panties which are embarrassingly bad for whatever reason or going without, I'll go without and take my chances. If someone feels me up and discovers I'm not wearing underwear, I don't think that's likely to be a deal-breaker.
3. In order to date the person of your dreams, you must be in a reality show with them. Would you date him/her? Why?
Probably not. I mean, "person of my dreams" is hard to judge without dating them first, so it would probably have to be some hot person with whom I would like to canoodle, and frankly appearing on a reality show would ruin any chances of our having a normal relationship anyway. Plenty of fish in the sea without that kind of baggage.
4. You have been dating a certain someone for a while, you two click and you really like them but they confided to you that they are a crime-fighting super hero? Do you still date them or let the relationship cool? Why?
In some fantasy world where there were actual crime-fighting super heroes, sure, why not? If I've been dating them for long enough that they can open up to me and confide this secret to me, then I probably know them well enough that I would know whether I wanted to be with them regardless of their alter-ego. It would be like any other job. Sure, I might worry that they would be killed, but I could worry that about any number of jobs, so either I would like them enough that I would worry and put up with the worry or I wouldn't and wouldn't.
In reality... I'd have to think about it. Seems a little detached from reality, and I don't know that I need that in my life. All of the above would still apply though. If they weren't delusional and were actually doing something like people do in the real world (there are costumed crime-fighters in the real world and they can do good things, albeit with less fighting super-villains and more helping people) then I might be able to live with it. Hell, I might ask to join them.
I'm not into superheroes though, so if they were the type of person who's not totally insane but just delusional enough or obsessed enough to be annoying about it, I might decline. But again, I would think I would know this about them from dating them for long enough to know that I really like them and that we click. And I don't tend to click with annoying people.
5. You are on a date with someone you really want to impress. Your pants/skirt/shirt/bra split early in the date. What do you do?
a. Tie a jacket or sweater around your waist or put the jacket or sweater on to hide the issue
b. Stop at a drugstore and buy safety pins, and in secret try to fix and hide problem
c. ‘Fess up to the problem, let it all hang out and continue with the date
d. Cut the date short and go home
Totally depends on the situation. I could definitely turn it around by fessing up, because I don't date people who would be so uptight about that sort of thing that it would make them never want to see me again, and it would be a stupid thing we could both laugh about later. But when I was younger and dumber, I probably would have tried to hide it and been embarrassed.
Bonus:
You went away for the weekend with your new romantic love interest. He/she had planned a wonderful weekend of outdoor fun for you both but it has started to rain and storms are in the forecast for the next few days. What do you suggest the two of you do instead?
Stay inside. Or run around in the rain if it's warm. Either way, plenty of romantic options when it's raining. We could just stay in our hotel or cabin or whatever and fuck endlessly. I'm not saying I wouldn't be a little disappointed and understand that they too were disappointed, because if we had planned to do fun things other than just be outside and we couldn't that would be a bummer. But I'm flexible with plans.
1. Could you date someone who is really into Legos? Their house consist of Lego furniture, the walls are covered in 3-D Lego art or photos of mammoth Lego creations.
Why not? I love Lego. It's Lego, by the way; the plural of Lego is Lego. If it got past "passion" and into "obsession" I might have issues, but that's true of a lot of passions. But I have no problem with Lego, as long as the rest of him/her is compatible.
2. You have a big date and discover that you have run out of undies (underwear, panties), would you:
a. re-wear dirty
b. wear a swimsuit or swimsuit bottoms
c. line worn undies with fresh panty-liners
d. go commando
Depends on where I'm expecting the date to go. And what "dirty" means. If they've been worn and are sitting in the hamper or something, I'd probably re-wear them. If they're actually dirty for whatever reason, unless that's what the person I'm dating likes, I'm not going to re-wear that pair, but I'm unlikely to be in a situation where I have neither clean nor wearably-dirty underwear. But I might just go commando if I think the evening will support it, either because it's not going to get hot and heavy or because it will. I do sometimes even if I have plenty of clean panties to wear. Come on though, even if I'm wearing a pair of underwear which has been worn before, I hardly expect my partner to examine them for cleanliness. If it's a choice between wearing a pair of panties which are embarrassingly bad for whatever reason or going without, I'll go without and take my chances. If someone feels me up and discovers I'm not wearing underwear, I don't think that's likely to be a deal-breaker.
3. In order to date the person of your dreams, you must be in a reality show with them. Would you date him/her? Why?
Probably not. I mean, "person of my dreams" is hard to judge without dating them first, so it would probably have to be some hot person with whom I would like to canoodle, and frankly appearing on a reality show would ruin any chances of our having a normal relationship anyway. Plenty of fish in the sea without that kind of baggage.
4. You have been dating a certain someone for a while, you two click and you really like them but they confided to you that they are a crime-fighting super hero? Do you still date them or let the relationship cool? Why?
In some fantasy world where there were actual crime-fighting super heroes, sure, why not? If I've been dating them for long enough that they can open up to me and confide this secret to me, then I probably know them well enough that I would know whether I wanted to be with them regardless of their alter-ego. It would be like any other job. Sure, I might worry that they would be killed, but I could worry that about any number of jobs, so either I would like them enough that I would worry and put up with the worry or I wouldn't and wouldn't.
In reality... I'd have to think about it. Seems a little detached from reality, and I don't know that I need that in my life. All of the above would still apply though. If they weren't delusional and were actually doing something like people do in the real world (there are costumed crime-fighters in the real world and they can do good things, albeit with less fighting super-villains and more helping people) then I might be able to live with it. Hell, I might ask to join them.
I'm not into superheroes though, so if they were the type of person who's not totally insane but just delusional enough or obsessed enough to be annoying about it, I might decline. But again, I would think I would know this about them from dating them for long enough to know that I really like them and that we click. And I don't tend to click with annoying people.
5. You are on a date with someone you really want to impress. Your pants/skirt/shirt/bra split early in the date. What do you do?
a. Tie a jacket or sweater around your waist or put the jacket or sweater on to hide the issue
b. Stop at a drugstore and buy safety pins, and in secret try to fix and hide problem
c. ‘Fess up to the problem, let it all hang out and continue with the date
d. Cut the date short and go home
Totally depends on the situation. I could definitely turn it around by fessing up, because I don't date people who would be so uptight about that sort of thing that it would make them never want to see me again, and it would be a stupid thing we could both laugh about later. But when I was younger and dumber, I probably would have tried to hide it and been embarrassed.
Bonus:
You went away for the weekend with your new romantic love interest. He/she had planned a wonderful weekend of outdoor fun for you both but it has started to rain and storms are in the forecast for the next few days. What do you suggest the two of you do instead?
Stay inside. Or run around in the rain if it's warm. Either way, plenty of romantic options when it's raining. We could just stay in our hotel or cabin or whatever and fuck endlessly. I'm not saying I wouldn't be a little disappointed and understand that they too were disappointed, because if we had planned to do fun things other than just be outside and we couldn't that would be a bummer. But I'm flexible with plans.
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Zoe Visits
I had the day off a few days ago (actually, I've had a few days off, but this was the day that mattered) and was lounging around the house waiting for Sveta to get off work, when I got a text from Zoe. "Hey, can I come over? Really stressed."
Therapy day!
She's got lots of work which is due and she's stressing out about it, so she needed a breather, and hey, rather than going to a club or something (yeah, there are so many clubs around here) she wanted to come over and blow off some steam. Who am I to refuse that?
She showed up pretty quickly. "I was already near here, driving around, trying to clear my head. I figured maybe you might be free."
"Free as a bird."
"Can you please make me cum? I haven't had any in so long."
I can't think of words I was more happy to hear at that moment. "Not even playing with yourself?"
"It just revs me up. I need you. I need someone. Sorry, that sounded awful. But I really need to cum please."
Your wish is my command, nymph. We were naked in the bed in short order, and I didn't waste any time getting my head between her legs. Poor thing was soaking wet, dripping juice. She needed it badly. I didn't bother with frills, just dove in, fingers inside her, tongue lapping at her clit, and she came, hard. Harder than I think I've ever seen Zoe cum, to be honest. She screamed, "Yes! Yes!" and squashed my head between her thighs.
I didn't let up, and she didn't stop me, and pretty soon I had my other hand under the first one, massaging her asshole, three fingers in her cunt, sloppy and a bit rough. When I pressed my middle finger into her butt, she sighed and then tensed up again, and I had to work slowly to get it all the way in, but eventually I was up to my palm in both ass and pussy, flicking away at her clit, and she was rocking her hips up and down.
We worked up a rhythm and she came again, and this time it wasn't hard, it was soft, waves and waves, her muscles tensing slightly, then relaxing. I could feel it more in her ass, which still isn't used to penetration.
"Thank you," she said finally, pulling me up and kissing my pussy-juice-stained lips, looking very tired. "God, I love you Lexi."
"My pleasure, honey. I love making you cum."
"No, I mean, I might be falling in love with you."
Okay, if this were a movie trailer, right about here is where the record scratch sound effect would play. And then the announcer would say, "But she's about to find out that coeds... fall hard." Fortunately, it isn't a movie.
"You don't mean that. You're stressed out and lonely. If Sveta had been home and I hadn't been..."
"I am lonely. Really lonely. And you've been so nice, and you make me feel amazing..."
"Honey, sex isn't love. I mean, I love you, but we're not falling in love. We don't know each other that well."
And then she started crying, and I'll just skip the parts where I had to reassure her that I wasn't angry and that I did love her and that it was okay if she loved me but that she was... etc. And then she fell asleep.
I let her sleep. Sveta came home and I told her an abbreviated version. "Well of course she's falling in love with you," said Sveta. "I mean, I fell in love with you."
"She's not, though," I said. "She's stressed."
"Are you worried I'll be jealous?"
"No, of course not. I mean, I don't want you to be jealous..."
"I'm not. She's nice, and she's sexy, and she's lonely. I'm jealous that all the cute girls throw themselves at you because I want some cute girls to throw themselves at me."
We climbed into bed with Zoe and snuggled her, and she cried a bit more, and she was apologizing again, etc. And then she started kissing Sveta, and things got less comforting and more sexy, and pretty soon Zoe was eating Sveta out while I fucked Zoe's pussy with a dildo. Poor Lexi got next to nothing. But that's okay. Getting to play with two cute girls is plenty.
And after that, things brightened considerably. Zoe apologized again, but no tears this time, and said that she loved Sveta too, and both of us, and that we were the best thing that ever happened to her. I really think she needs to find some better things to happen to her, because while Sveta and I are awesome in the sack, we're not winning-the-lottery-while-being-elected-Pope awesome. Sex is great, but you can have great sex and still have a crummy life.
Then Zoe shook herself out of the post-coital bliss and said she had to get back to work. We told her to drop by any time she needed a bit of a breather, so we may see her again, although with spring break approaching she may have other plans. We didn't ask. I hope she finds some other social circles to perk her up, although I'm totally fine with perking her up a bit.
I shouldn't sell myself short, I guess, but I always feel guilty when people are tying themselves to me. I still sometimes feel guilty that Sveta wound up with me instead of someone her own age with a better job, better health, better whatever. It makes me feel like a millstone.
And while I am completely okay with the idea of polyamory, I really don't think it's a good idea for me to start a lesbian commune with a bunch of younger women. I know, what a problem to have, but while I might be able to deal with it, I'm not sure either Sveta or Zoe would be able to share, when it came down to it. And I'd probably favor Sveta. Zoe is very nice, but I don't know her that well.
Is she falling in love with me? I hope not. I hope it was just loneliness and stress. I don't need this in my life. I tried to make it clear to Zoe that I wasn't denying her feelings or anything and that I would be happy to talk with her about things when she wasn't feeling this stressed. I hope I haven't driven her away and made her feel worse.
And yet, it certainly is a fantasy: my own private harem of cute girls. I feel guilty about that too.
Therapy day!
She's got lots of work which is due and she's stressing out about it, so she needed a breather, and hey, rather than going to a club or something (yeah, there are so many clubs around here) she wanted to come over and blow off some steam. Who am I to refuse that?
She showed up pretty quickly. "I was already near here, driving around, trying to clear my head. I figured maybe you might be free."
"Free as a bird."
"Can you please make me cum? I haven't had any in so long."
I can't think of words I was more happy to hear at that moment. "Not even playing with yourself?"
"It just revs me up. I need you. I need someone. Sorry, that sounded awful. But I really need to cum please."
Your wish is my command, nymph. We were naked in the bed in short order, and I didn't waste any time getting my head between her legs. Poor thing was soaking wet, dripping juice. She needed it badly. I didn't bother with frills, just dove in, fingers inside her, tongue lapping at her clit, and she came, hard. Harder than I think I've ever seen Zoe cum, to be honest. She screamed, "Yes! Yes!" and squashed my head between her thighs.
I didn't let up, and she didn't stop me, and pretty soon I had my other hand under the first one, massaging her asshole, three fingers in her cunt, sloppy and a bit rough. When I pressed my middle finger into her butt, she sighed and then tensed up again, and I had to work slowly to get it all the way in, but eventually I was up to my palm in both ass and pussy, flicking away at her clit, and she was rocking her hips up and down.
We worked up a rhythm and she came again, and this time it wasn't hard, it was soft, waves and waves, her muscles tensing slightly, then relaxing. I could feel it more in her ass, which still isn't used to penetration.
"Thank you," she said finally, pulling me up and kissing my pussy-juice-stained lips, looking very tired. "God, I love you Lexi."
"My pleasure, honey. I love making you cum."
"No, I mean, I might be falling in love with you."
Okay, if this were a movie trailer, right about here is where the record scratch sound effect would play. And then the announcer would say, "But she's about to find out that coeds... fall hard." Fortunately, it isn't a movie.
"You don't mean that. You're stressed out and lonely. If Sveta had been home and I hadn't been..."
"I am lonely. Really lonely. And you've been so nice, and you make me feel amazing..."
"Honey, sex isn't love. I mean, I love you, but we're not falling in love. We don't know each other that well."
And then she started crying, and I'll just skip the parts where I had to reassure her that I wasn't angry and that I did love her and that it was okay if she loved me but that she was... etc. And then she fell asleep.
I let her sleep. Sveta came home and I told her an abbreviated version. "Well of course she's falling in love with you," said Sveta. "I mean, I fell in love with you."
"She's not, though," I said. "She's stressed."
"Are you worried I'll be jealous?"
"No, of course not. I mean, I don't want you to be jealous..."
"I'm not. She's nice, and she's sexy, and she's lonely. I'm jealous that all the cute girls throw themselves at you because I want some cute girls to throw themselves at me."
We climbed into bed with Zoe and snuggled her, and she cried a bit more, and she was apologizing again, etc. And then she started kissing Sveta, and things got less comforting and more sexy, and pretty soon Zoe was eating Sveta out while I fucked Zoe's pussy with a dildo. Poor Lexi got next to nothing. But that's okay. Getting to play with two cute girls is plenty.
And after that, things brightened considerably. Zoe apologized again, but no tears this time, and said that she loved Sveta too, and both of us, and that we were the best thing that ever happened to her. I really think she needs to find some better things to happen to her, because while Sveta and I are awesome in the sack, we're not winning-the-lottery-while-being-elected-Pope awesome. Sex is great, but you can have great sex and still have a crummy life.
Then Zoe shook herself out of the post-coital bliss and said she had to get back to work. We told her to drop by any time she needed a bit of a breather, so we may see her again, although with spring break approaching she may have other plans. We didn't ask. I hope she finds some other social circles to perk her up, although I'm totally fine with perking her up a bit.
I shouldn't sell myself short, I guess, but I always feel guilty when people are tying themselves to me. I still sometimes feel guilty that Sveta wound up with me instead of someone her own age with a better job, better health, better whatever. It makes me feel like a millstone.
And while I am completely okay with the idea of polyamory, I really don't think it's a good idea for me to start a lesbian commune with a bunch of younger women. I know, what a problem to have, but while I might be able to deal with it, I'm not sure either Sveta or Zoe would be able to share, when it came down to it. And I'd probably favor Sveta. Zoe is very nice, but I don't know her that well.
Is she falling in love with me? I hope not. I hope it was just loneliness and stress. I don't need this in my life. I tried to make it clear to Zoe that I wasn't denying her feelings or anything and that I would be happy to talk with her about things when she wasn't feeling this stressed. I hope I haven't driven her away and made her feel worse.
And yet, it certainly is a fantasy: my own private harem of cute girls. I feel guilty about that too.
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
TMI Tuesday
From the archives:
1. You’ve been waiting forever for your significant other to propose marriage, when they finally do it is in the form of a bribe: “Lose 10-15 lbs. (approx. 1 stone U.K.; approx. 6 kilos) and I will marry you…the wedding can be anyway, and anywhere of your choosing…just lose some weight.”
Would you accept this proposal?
(Alternatively for the traditionalists): Men if your significant other was a little ‘heavier’ than you’d like him/her to be, would you make such a proposal?
Fuck you. No seriously, fuck you. If you come to me and say, "Honey, I'm concerned about your weight because I think it's unhealthy..." or, "Honey, this is a terrible thing to say and I hope you don't hate me, but I'm finding myself less attracted to you because you've gotten heavier..." then maybe we can talk. But if you dangle some ring over my head and tell me in order to marry me I've got to drop weight, fuck you. This isn't JV Wrestling, and fuck you.
2. Are you participating in any Halloween festivities? Will you wear a costume? If yes, what?
As you can see, this one was from Halloween-time. Since it'll be April when this gets published, even if I were more interesting than I am, I wouldn't be able to give a satisfying answer. But short answer, I rarely do much for Halloween besides sit at home, maybe watch a good Halloween movie or TV show (and I don't like horror, so that usually means something either silly or a bad monster movie or something), and hand out treats to the neighborhood children when they come by. I wish I could get it together to put a costume together, but I never do. I've been to Halloween parties and all I really wanted to do was take my costume off (read that however you'd like and you'd probably be right).
3. Forget the fact that you have a blog, in real-life are you:
a. an over-sharer who tells every detail of your personal life to everyone including the barista at Starbucks?
b. a little discriminating in who you decide to talk to about your personal life, feelings, etc.? Your love life isn’t off limits to friends and family but you don’t confide in total strangers.
c. as tight as a clam? You don’t share important details with friends and family and when you do it about kills you because you are extremely private.
I'm really none of these; I don't share my life with everyone at all times, but I don't keep secrets from my family either, for the most part. I'm not an over-sharer, let's say. I probably land somewhere between B and C: I don't open up for just anyone (which is why I enjoy blogging because it's safe exhibitionism, although I don't tell you guys much apart from the prurient details of my sordid love life) but I don't keep everything from everyone. I live a pretty compartmentalized life though.
Some people jealously guard their sex lives, but since I put different values on sex than most people, I don't view sharing my sex life as being particularly open. It doesn't really tell you about me as a person, just about some fun I've had, in the same way that someone else might show slides of their trip to the Grand Canyon or something. Very few people know me all that well. So maybe I'm more C, just with different priorities. I do find it hard to open up to people. Sex might be deeply meaningful and intimate for a lot of people, but for me it's not something I feel like opens me up (aside from the obvious joke here) to my partner. Sex isn't connection, although it's better with a connection.
4. MEN your significant other has asked to sleep with your cock in his/her mouth, what are your first thoughts? Would you say yes or no? Why?
LADIES/significant other…your guy just asked you to sleep with his penis in your mouth. Would you do it? Why or why not?
No, because I'd probably either choke or bite him. I have no problem with it in principle, although it's definitely not a fetish of mine, but in practice it would go wrong pretty quickly. If nothing else, I'd drool all over it, which isn't sexy.
Bonus: If you were remembered for one thing, what would it be?
For making the world a better place in some way, I hope. This is more aspirational than the question. If I died tomorrow, I don't know what I'd be remembered for, thing-wise. I hope some people would remember me fondly.
1. You’ve been waiting forever for your significant other to propose marriage, when they finally do it is in the form of a bribe: “Lose 10-15 lbs. (approx. 1 stone U.K.; approx. 6 kilos) and I will marry you…the wedding can be anyway, and anywhere of your choosing…just lose some weight.”
Would you accept this proposal?
(Alternatively for the traditionalists): Men if your significant other was a little ‘heavier’ than you’d like him/her to be, would you make such a proposal?
Fuck you. No seriously, fuck you. If you come to me and say, "Honey, I'm concerned about your weight because I think it's unhealthy..." or, "Honey, this is a terrible thing to say and I hope you don't hate me, but I'm finding myself less attracted to you because you've gotten heavier..." then maybe we can talk. But if you dangle some ring over my head and tell me in order to marry me I've got to drop weight, fuck you. This isn't JV Wrestling, and fuck you.
2. Are you participating in any Halloween festivities? Will you wear a costume? If yes, what?
As you can see, this one was from Halloween-time. Since it'll be April when this gets published, even if I were more interesting than I am, I wouldn't be able to give a satisfying answer. But short answer, I rarely do much for Halloween besides sit at home, maybe watch a good Halloween movie or TV show (and I don't like horror, so that usually means something either silly or a bad monster movie or something), and hand out treats to the neighborhood children when they come by. I wish I could get it together to put a costume together, but I never do. I've been to Halloween parties and all I really wanted to do was take my costume off (read that however you'd like and you'd probably be right).
3. Forget the fact that you have a blog, in real-life are you:
a. an over-sharer who tells every detail of your personal life to everyone including the barista at Starbucks?
b. a little discriminating in who you decide to talk to about your personal life, feelings, etc.? Your love life isn’t off limits to friends and family but you don’t confide in total strangers.
c. as tight as a clam? You don’t share important details with friends and family and when you do it about kills you because you are extremely private.
I'm really none of these; I don't share my life with everyone at all times, but I don't keep secrets from my family either, for the most part. I'm not an over-sharer, let's say. I probably land somewhere between B and C: I don't open up for just anyone (which is why I enjoy blogging because it's safe exhibitionism, although I don't tell you guys much apart from the prurient details of my sordid love life) but I don't keep everything from everyone. I live a pretty compartmentalized life though.
Some people jealously guard their sex lives, but since I put different values on sex than most people, I don't view sharing my sex life as being particularly open. It doesn't really tell you about me as a person, just about some fun I've had, in the same way that someone else might show slides of their trip to the Grand Canyon or something. Very few people know me all that well. So maybe I'm more C, just with different priorities. I do find it hard to open up to people. Sex might be deeply meaningful and intimate for a lot of people, but for me it's not something I feel like opens me up (aside from the obvious joke here) to my partner. Sex isn't connection, although it's better with a connection.
4. MEN your significant other has asked to sleep with your cock in his/her mouth, what are your first thoughts? Would you say yes or no? Why?
LADIES/significant other…your guy just asked you to sleep with his penis in your mouth. Would you do it? Why or why not?
No, because I'd probably either choke or bite him. I have no problem with it in principle, although it's definitely not a fetish of mine, but in practice it would go wrong pretty quickly. If nothing else, I'd drool all over it, which isn't sexy.
Bonus: If you were remembered for one thing, what would it be?
For making the world a better place in some way, I hope. This is more aspirational than the question. If I died tomorrow, I don't know what I'd be remembered for, thing-wise. I hope some people would remember me fondly.
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