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Earworm of the day
Posted:May 4, 2016 6:57 pm
Last Updated:May 5, 2016 1:42 pm
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I heard it on my way to work, been hearing it ever since. This one makes me physically ache for some reason. Something about a hand behind my head.

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it

you want love?
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
(I'll never speak again... I'll use my hands)
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Forget psychotherapy
Posted:May 3, 2016 5:49 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2016 6:57 pm
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If you really want to get in touch with your true self, skip the psychologists. Just find yourself an enthusiastic interior designer.

I've accidentally found myself working with a designer. My 's unexpected Mother's Day gift of an upstairs laundry closet left me frantic over lost storage space, and the additional remodeling costs that came along with it. Luckily, a friend has a friend who's an interior designer. At our first meeting she asked "so, what's your style?" I never thought I had a style, I just like what I like. Like a gypsy, I just collect what I need and love. Then she asked "what do you like?" I said "old stuff....bright colors...and rocks." She instructed to me show her some of my favorite things. So I showed her an antique lamp, some colorful glass bottles and jars, an ancient wooden bread bowl, my great grandmothers hand mirror, and some rocks. She said "ok, so you're Bohemian Shabby Chic!" I just blinked at her. Luckily, the mutual friend was there to interpret, she explained "think Stevie Nicks going to prom." That left me blinking too, because Stevie Nicks wouldn't wear a prom dress. She then said "Stevie Nicks mixed with Madonna, the chic Madonna." Aaah, ok, yeah, that's me. Maybe. So the interior designer saved me thousands of dollars by designing a kitchen with shelves and old Hoosier cabinets and China cupboards instead of rows of boring cabinets. I was sold, she really is a great designer. She's also smoking hot, and definitely throws off a "bi" vibe.

Most recently, I'm struggling with the bathroom design. I've never "designed" a bathroom just for me. I don't need to consider anyone else's tastes. It's my room. Solely and exclusively mine. All mine. I have no idea what to do in there. The designer suggested I go from the ground up, pick flooring and flow from there. So I picked flooring. It's rock. Slate anyway. Then I hit a wall. What colors? What styles? What makes me feel good? What relaxes me? Cover the existing, formerly exterior, stone wall? Paint it? Leave it natural? I called the smokin hot designer, told her I was stuck. She came over with pics of items she has in storage. Design sketches. Patiently walked me through picking a tub, which dresser to repurpose as a vanity, an antique chifforobe to serve as a linen closet, a shower curtain surround since I'm set on a claw foot tub and there's no room for a shower stall. We went threw boxes of stuff I've collected and decided what to put where. Once we got it all sorted out I asked "so I'm really Bohemian Shabby Chic?" She said "ummm, I'm just going to call your style "gypsy that likes rocks".
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Porn Vs. Erotica
Posted:May 2, 2016 7:56 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2016 5:04 am
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Is there a difference between porn and erotica?

Is "erotica" just a polite term for "pornography"?
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Home improvement hell
Posted:Apr 22, 2016 6:26 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2016 6:46 pm
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Putting a small addition on seemed look like a great idea. A new bath and a few more feet of kitchen, no big deal. That's what I used to think. Now everything out of my kitchen is.... Somewhere. next, I lose my bedroom for a couple weeks. This a special hell. It's my house but it isn't right. Temporary inconvenience for a permanent improvement I guess.
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Well, hell.
Posted:Apr 16, 2016 7:28 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2016 8:03 pm
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I'm occasionally asked "how long since you had sex?" My reply lately has been "Mmm couple months maybe."

Well I just did some math and it's been 8 months.

8 months. How did I lose track?

Why doesn't this bother me?

4 more months my cherry grows back, right?
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You can do that in a strip club?!
Posted:Apr 13, 2016 4:41 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2016 5:50 pm
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I have been to a strip club, a couple times. I've had a lap dance, once. She politely rubbed her pussy on my leg and hugged my face with her tits. It was fun, but not terribly arousing. I've always thought that's what happens. Just a little teasing.

I've recently been talking to a friend about strip clubs. His experiences are different. He says there are clubs, or to be more specific, certain girls within certain clubs, who will get a lot more personal. They allow touching, even tasting. Some will suck a cock. Is he bullshitting me? Or do I actually have enough naïveté left in me that I've wrongly assumed that strip clubs are strictly look, but don't touch?

He has invited me to join him at a club, and I'm considering it. I will insist we go "to the city" to a club with champagne rooms, not our more local establishment which offers the Boone's Farm Wine curtained off cubicle (Even if the floor isn't sticky). I'm a little reluctant, based on my previous experience of dry humping and titty face hugs. If I can't at least pinch a nipple while we trib, I'm not going.

Now I'm sure that tips loosen things up a good bit. My question is how loose? I'm not asking for confessions, just knowledge. How much "affection" can be bought at a club?
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Oh dear
Posted:Apr 12, 2016 5:08 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2016 7:11 pm
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I've been blocked.

I upset someone and she blocked me.

It took a few minutes to decide how I felt about it
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Hello darkness my old friend
Posted:Apr 9, 2016 7:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2016 7:37 am
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I've come to talk with you again.

The opening line of a very well known song. The original is older than I am. I honestly don't remember life before knowing this song. Being the of hippies, I was raised on music like this. Seemingly simple songs, that could be interpreted many ways. Is it about the inability to communicate? Isolation even in a world with mass communication? A wake up call that society needs to stop feeding commercialism? Perhaps it's simply a retelling of Ray Bradbury's "The Pedestrian." I never cared about the meaning.

I never like this song. While I appreciated the imagery and symbolism it holds, I always felt that it was lacking power. The music didn't match the lyrics. The tone was off. It didn't fit.

Today, my introduced to the heavy metal band Disturbed's remake of this song. Its haunting. It's powerful. It's sinister. It's kind of terrifying, but yet there's a beauty. That voice, my god, that voice reaches right in and squeezes my very soul.

For the first time, the song speaks to me, and I have no fucking idea what it's saying.
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Fork you auto cucumber!
Posted:Apr 8, 2016 10:20 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2016 7:38 am
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My how a simple autocorrect fail can change the entire tone of a conversation.

It possesses me off that I teach my phobia to spiel just in Tim to upgrade to a new phobia.

Mother forklift.
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Age difference
Posted:Apr 7, 2016 7:41 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2016 8:02 pm
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A coworker mentioned today that the "appropriate" maximum age difference is found by taking the older person's age, dividing by 2, then adding 7. The "rule" is you can't date anyone who's age is below that number.

So this means, I can't date anyone younger than 31 1/2. Or something like that.

This seems like a big window to me. According to this formula, a 40 year old could date anyone between the age of 27 and 66.
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Over analyzing, of course
Posted:Apr 6, 2016 5:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2016 7:07 pm
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I've been accused of over analyzing everything. Proven guilty of it too. I look for what drives a person to do the things they do. It's my nature, love it or lump it.

Now I've found myself in blog land. Oi. So much to analyze.

There are the whiners, nothing is ever good for these people.

There's the fighters, all posts are meant to inflame or irritate.

The attention seekers, look at my pussy! Look at my tits!

The comedians, all jokes and funny pics, all the time.

The affirmation seekers, am I still attractive?

The over sharers, my are brats, my boss is a jerk and I'm constipated.

As I was browsing blogs this morning, I found myself blinking incredulously at the screen, scratching my head, thinking "no I wouldn't lick that, it looks like it could lick back" and "oh honey, you need a bigger bra" and "we're all get older, just stoooop this crap."

Yes, I over analyze, and where's that's brought me today is to the realization that while some blogs revolt, irritate, or amuse me, there is an audience here for all of us. No matter the basic underlying theme of the blog, it has an audience.
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Which came first
Posted:Apr 5, 2016 4:51 pm
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2016 7:08 pm
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Friends with benefits just seems like a headache to me. Too much drama potential honestly.

But I am curious about long term relationships of this type. By long term I mean over 1 year. Which comes first? The friendship or the benefits? Do you accidentally end up in bed with a friend, or do you accidentally become friends with someone you fuck? Or is friends with benefits just a polite term for the person you contact for a booty call?
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Squirting
Posted:Mar 29, 2016 4:45 pm
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2016 5:13 am
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The topic of squirting has come up in a couple recent conversations. Some say squirting orgasms are the ultimate orgasms, some hate squirting, others don't care and say an orgasm is an orgasm regardless of how wet it is.

So, I'm asking your opinion. Whether you're a woman who squirts, a man with a preference, or a man who's talked about this with a partner. Is a squirting O any different than any old orgasm?
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