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October 12, 2014 13 Comments
Self-expression is the choice between satisfying the stirrings of my emotional conscience and burning bridges. Good behavior makes me feel like a soloist in a symphony with an indifferent, but hostile audience. Play flawlessly and the audience is silent, but hit a wrong note and receive hisses and jeers.
I don’t want to be difficult, disagreeable or MEAN, but I can be. I don’t want to be different for the sake of being unique, such contrivances are pedestrian antics of a lost soul. I’m no longer lost, but I haven’t reached my destination either. But I am/can be different because we cannot ALL BE THE SAME. In my circle of reality, I am the lone femme–single, never married and childless.
I am an oxymoron moving within the flow of life. I go unnoticed and then a malfunction Read more of this post
September 25, 2014 12 Comments
Fantasy guy smells good. Real guy farts out the chili he had for lunch.
Fantasy guy is well groomed. Real guy cuts his nails and lets the clippings drop to the floor.
Fantasy guy knows fine cuisine. Real guy puts the fries in his hamburger then dips the whole thing in bbq sauce.
Fantasy guy buys tampons for you. Real guy says “ARE YOU F#*+#&G CRAZY!!!!!” and tosses you a roll of toilet paper.
Fantasy guy buys you flowers. Real guy thinks flowers are a waste of money.
Fantasy guy gives you oral sex. Real guy says “I’ll do you if you do me first” then once he gets his happy ending he doesn’t bother to return the “favor.”
Fantasy guy is a billionaire. Real guy makes you pay for your dinner.
Fantasy guy buys you lingerie at Victoria’s Secret. Real guy takes you to the 99 cent store.
Fantasy guy never looks at other women. Real guy has eye radar for any tit (real or fake) and ass (big or small) that passes by!
Fantasy guy loves your curves. Real guy wants an anorexic.
Fantasy guy watches Lifetime movies with you. Real guy watches ESPN 24/7.
Fantasy guy hates strip clubs. Real guy walks into a strip club and they all know him by name “Regular.”
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September 23, 2014 21 Comments
I’m single and dateless, that also means I’m “sexless.” But that doesn’t mean I don’t think about it. In fact I think more about sex when I’m not getting it. I think about sex multiple times a day–hell multiple times an hour and sometimes multiple times a minute when I have my quickie thoughts.
I can be teary-eyed while cutting up an onion, but my mind will be engrossed with thoughts about scorching the sheets with some hot fantasy male. In fact I’m thinking about sex now. I think about sex so much that I’ve suffered many embarrassing Read more of this post