I read an interesting post today. It involved sexuality, gender roles, and posed a question. Straight or gay, to me, the basic question is about sexual attraction. Are you attracted to masculinity/femininity or do you just need the right parts? Although of course it can go deeper than that. Sexuality can be very complex.
Sure it’s not at all work safe. In fact, you may be either offended or even grossed out if you click through… But I invite you to check it out. Then tell us anonymously: Do you pick A or B? I will provide a choice C, but you’ll have to justify it in comments.. I’ll leave my answer after the jump.
For me, well… this was not so tough. (But then I imagined meeting these two in a bar, fully clothed, because that is more likely than seeing them all naked with their genitals all akimbo...) I like a manly man. A man that looks and smells and feels like a man. To me that’s the whole point. That’s what rev’s my engine long before we even get to the plumbing involved. So I think that I would have more to stimulate me with choice A. How far that stimulation would go is another story… I mean proper tools are gonna be needed at some point, I would think…
So now that my blog might be outed (thanks hon!) and my mother could very well become a daily reader I figured today was a good a day as any to introduce my new knitting forum. It’s called Yernin’ Fer Yarn.
Okay I kid. My mother does not knit. But she could be joining us here at dp.com very soon. I am officially as blog-outed as I can be without direct links going out in email. What if it happens? What if mom does become a regular reader? Hell. I think I am filtering now… wait till that day comes. Would I block her? Could I? Do I have to? I am not really offensive. I am out of the closet. No surprises there. Sure there are a few things I’d rather not have her (or my father) know about my life, but done is done. What could it hurt? So I have sex. So I lied as a kid. So I partied a bit heavily in my youth. So I almost dated a drug dealer. So I said that my parents splash water when they wash their hands. I really have nothing that I am ashamed of here. I just don’t want yet an other ‘known’ audience member to write for. I cannot picture myself publishing some of the things that I do knowing my MOTHER might read it. Part of me would want to delete my whole online existence. Part of me says SCREW THAT! I have put a lot into this for the last 4 (FOUR!!!) years. What the hell? I could block their IP addresses if they come. But that seems extreme. It’s my family.
I hate that I have to even consider this. OMG. The problems caused by one stupidly created email.
You all know I am a Madonna queen. I go waaay back. Further than I care to admit. I remember staying up late, after bedtime, with my clock radio pressed against my ear to hear her latest song premier on radio. RADIO. I think it was Material Girl then. She had not only video premiers, but RADIO premiers. So fucking fabulous. I knew that she was fabulous back when I was like 12.
Anyhoo. So, yeah. I was talking about today. I now have Justify My Love, THE VIDEO, in my iPod. I dunno if you remember or not. Justify My Love was a ‘go to the store and buy the video on VHS only’ due to ‘adult content’. I did go and buy it. I still have that tape, and one last machine that can play it. But now thanks to YouTube (and some other tech secrets) I now have that naughty video in my iPod Classic.
I love that.
“Wanting, needing, waiting....” Heh. “You put this in me...”
My neighbor girls, well one of them at least… She’s totally getting fucked right now. I can hear her moaning and screaming from across the street. No, I am not mistaken. I heard it over my new iPod. Not to mention she is pretty vivid in her vocal descriptions of what’s happening to her. So unnecessarily loud actually, what with the windows open and all…
Again with the search terms… I am so lucky to be on the first page of results for ”homemade video of college kids having sex”. I hope they eventually find what they are looking for.
It’s Saturday afternoon. I am showered, shaved, and dressed all pretty for another day at work. Aren’t I lucky? Can you believe it’s Memorial Day weekend? Where did the year go? It’s practically ‘back to school’ time already! Then holiday! OMG! I need to get more organized. Time is running out! Why am I panicking?? Oh, look at the time. I am probably gonna be late for work. Meh. I was there till after 11:30 last night so whatever.
Keeping in mind my ADD as well as my OCD… not to mention my tendency to not necessarily exaggerate, but kinda round up.. often alter the reality and timeline of what I say. I offer these tales of my sordid past anyway. I also include their inspiration.
stressed 
Times sure have changed.
