When You Change One Thing You May Need to Change Them All
My favorite running path in Denver takes me through City Park, where I always stop at Duck Lake to look at the black birds (double-crested cormorants) that perch in huge nests which sit atop these twisted goth trees. These are migrating birds. They leave in the fall and return in the spring. When they returned this year I told everyone that I too was going to take off when they took off in the fall. I only half-meant it when I said it back then.
Now it’s almost fall and the birds are half gone already.
Before I even got to Duck Lake today I could feel the shift. It was way too quiet. The leave of absence hit me harder than I expected it to. I couldn’t believe it was already happening.
I recently decided I needed to take a break from drinking. Luckily I haven’t hit rock bottom yet and I hope I can keep it together enough that I never do. I do know that I abuse alcohol. Or it abuses me. Perhaps we have this weird BDSM switch-like relationship going on, I don’t know. I’m not typically even an over-indulger. I can say no to cake. I can say no thanks to cookies. But when it comes to beer I’m like “Give Me! Give Me! Give Me ALL of the BEER!!”
Damn, I love beer.
It’s only been three days. I know three days is nothing to almost all human beings who are not alcoholics, but it’s a lot for people who are alcoholics and plenty for those (like me) who are alcohol abusers. Yet, during these this three-day break from alcohol I’ve been thinking about how I might actually have to leave Denver.
I’m not sure this city is a healthy place for me to be. I think it would be really easy for me to fall back into old habits.; to go out and repeat the same sort of stories over and over. I’m tired of those stories. I’m tired of going to bars, having one-night stands, waking up feeling like shit, eating fried foods just to make it through the day, popping pills that will help me focus, gain energy, and get work done, repeating the same stupid shit all over again.
Also, I may be falling out of love with Denver.
Just like people change and grow so to do cities. Perhaps I’ve learned enough from this place; perhaps it’s time for the basic bitches to take my place as they are making their way here in droves (and honestly I’m over interacting with them).
I don’t know where I’d go. I don’t even know who I am or what I want to be anymore.
I don’t feel lost. I feel misplaced. I know exactly where I am I just don’t know why I’m here.
I’m also a bit burnt out on always writing about sex. I know it’s what you all want, but it’s not what I want. I want more. I want to explore the depths of humanity–body and soul, not just how far you can fit something up a vagina.
So I will be doing that. Of course, I’ll still write about sex stuff. But summer is over. The birds are headed south. It’s time to get shit together. Perhaps even fly somewhere new.
The other day a friend sent me a question about a touchy (or shall we shall off-putting situation). Here’s what he had to ask:
“What is the least cringe-worthy way to tell a woman that one time her vagina smelled particularly bad and you haven’t been able to look at it / her the same since, and that’s why you haven’t been initiating as much lately?”
My very first reaction was to stick my fingers down my pants, give my vagina a good rub, then smell my fingers. My vagina smelled like vagina; thank the vagina goddesses! Anyway, the thing is, vaginas / vulvas are super sensitive. It doesn’t take much to throw off the pH balance. When the pH balance of the vagina is off anything could be happening. This person could have a yeast infection, a bacterial infection, an STI, or it could just be having an off day and is attempting to adjust back to normal.
So, how do you approach someone you’re sleeping with to let them know that their nether regions are not up to par?
Is there a way to do this without sounding like a dickhead?
Perhaps it’s best to consider how you would want someone to tell you and go from there?
Kindness Compassion Understanding
“Hey, we’ve fooled around a few times and I’ve really enjoyed myself. I understand what I’m about to say is a bit awkward and might make us both feel a little uncomfortable but the last time we had sex I noticed that your odor was a bit off and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay down there?”
Here’s the thing if you are a person and you have a smellier than usual vagina.
Do NOT douche.
Go to the doctor and have it checked out. Douching will just throw the pH balance off even more. It’s really not that big of a deal; it’s all part of being human. Being able to openly communicate with the people you’re fucking is kind of important. If you’re not communicating with your words and you’re only communicating with your genitals you’re probably not going to get very far with regards to any sort of relationship– serious or just for fun.
So open your mouths and get to talking. You nose what I’m saying?
Getting Away With Getting Off At Your Parent’s House
How to Not Get Caught With Your Pants Off: Quiet & Discreet Vibrators
For reasons that are irrelevant to my audience, I decided to take a last-minute trip back home to see my family in Kansas. The drive from Denver back to my parent’s house is about 9.5-10 hours long across the entire state basically, which, you can imagine, gets boring as fuck. I do have a good time listening to nostalgic music like Slipknot, Kittie, Mariah Carey, Fiona Apple, etc. and new podcasts that help expand my brain power and knowledge base (usually around the topic of guess… oh yes, sex!)
It’s always weird to be back home. Everything is the same, yet everything is different.
One thing that doesn’t change regardless of where I am physically located is my physical need to have daily orgasm maintenance. Getting off at home can get real awkward. Even writing about it right now makes me feel a bit squeamish.
So, I understand when people ask me for recommendations for quiet, discreet toys. It’s a bit difficult to travel around with the Hitachi as an example. Not only is it so big it could use its own suitcase it’s also super loud and you have to plug it into a wall, which is sort of hard to hide from someone if they enter your room. (I def recommend having it for your-own-home-use though).
Anyhoo. If you’re like me and you’re lazy AF, have carpal tunnel syndrome, and/or a clitoris (or a girlfriend/friend with one). Here are my top three choices for quiet and easy to travel vibrators (you could use these on your balls / shaft too if you’re into that kind of thing).
We-Vibe Tango Lipstick Bullet Vibrator
This is the vibrator I always travel with because I can throw it into my makeup bag. It’s small, rechargeable, quiet, and quite powerful. There are 8 vibration settings including low to ultra + 4 different pulsations. Another bonus with this vibrator is that it’s small enough that it can be put into the base of certain dildos /prostate toys / strap-ons to add some extra zoom zoom to your play time.
Order yours (or your girl’s) by clicking on the image below:
Add a Tantus toy for bonus play (most Tantus toys have holes to stick bullet vibes into and can be removed for easy cleaning):
When I used the Lelo Sonic Cruise for the first time I was like WTF?! This toy uses sonic waves instead of vibrations; not only is it ridiculously quiet it’s also super powerful. I’ve turned it on thinking it wasn’t going to do anything because it was so quiet, then, when I placed it on my clit my brain and body basically imploded. Lelo claims it’s small enough to travel with and it is much smaller than the Hitachi but you’d still need a pretty big bag, it’s not going into a clutch or anything.
The Sonic Cruise is small-ish, rechargeable, water-proof, and even quieter than the Tango. If you’re a first-time vibrator buyer/user, It may be too intense for someone who has never used a toy before, but every body is different and it may be just right.
This is Lelo’s more affordable vibrator line. I like this as a starter clit vibe or a vibrator for beginners because it’s cheaper so you can get a better idea if you even like clit vibes without spending a lot of money. This is a nearly silent, high-quality, body-safe vibrator. It’s battery-operated instead of rechargeable, which can actually be better for travel because you don’t have to worry about charging it in your random room (or former bedroom). If it has fresh batteries I’d say it could potentially last a week (maybe even two) of daily use without having to change the batteries out. The small yet powerful vibrator has twelve different settings and is waterproof so you can sneak it into the shower if it’s your only mode of privacy.
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Leave a comment or email me directly if you have any questions, concerns, comments about these clit vibes or any other play toys.
I follow a bunch of random pages on Instagram. It pretty much runs the spectrum from hedonism to cute puppies all the way to new-age spirituality bullshit and of course, alien conspiracies. The other day I saw several posts come up into my feed that all centered around the same concept– that casual sex is an energy suck.
Most of the posts read something like this:
“Everyone is too busy just having sex for pleasure with no connection. They’re going to lose their chance to find someone real because of their sexual desires (demons) …”
The concept stems from the idea that when you give a part of yourself to someone who has no intention of returning anything you give–you are transferring your energy into emptiness and soon you will also be empty inside.
I’m still trying to wrap my brain around this idea.
I think for the most part this idea is bullshit.
Is there an actual problem with casual sex?
The problem is people who have a problem with it.
If you have a problem with it, then it’s not for you and that’s okay. But, if it’s not your thing that doesn’t mean it’s not for other people. And the only way you lose your energy is by choosing to give it to someone else.
Is it possible to continue creating connections with people AND also participate in casual sex? Perhaps it’s only for people who are capable of separating the meanings of experiences. Not every sexual encounter is about intimacy or spiritual bonding. Sometimes it’s just about enjoying pleasure for pleasure’s sake. If people are going around ONLY seeking pleasure ALL of the time, perhaps they’re all empty on the inside. Or maybe pleasure is just easier for them? Maybe they haven’t gotten to the point where they’re ready for a deeper, closer intimacy. Is that wrong?
It seems like it should come down to communication. If you’re looking for a connection that’s more than just pleasure, discuss it. Perhaps don’t fuck someone who’s only about the physical act of sex.
When you’re on the same page, it shouldn’t be an energy suck or cause for concern.
One form of sex is not necessarily more real than any other. Of course, when you’re into each other it can definitely make the sex better, but it also depends on your definition of better. So, what I’m getting at here is that I disagree with this new-agey bullshit that says casual sex is bad for the world. I believe that everyone should experience more pleasure and within that pleasure, we will all have better experiences here on earth. Perhaps I’m wrong. I’m okay with being wrong. But perhaps shedding the guilt around sexuality would be more beneficial to our planet than continuing to make people feel bad for the choices they’re going to make.
If You Like Orgasming in 20 seconds or Less This is the Toy For You
I have no brains left thanks to Lelo Sona Cruise
Thanks to a couple of my loyal amazing followers who pitched in on a gift for me (which you can also do by checking out my Amazon Wish List here) I received the Lelo Sona Cruise in the mail a few days ago.
On the Lelo page, they make claims that this tiny ass clitoral vibrator:
“stimulates 75% more of your clitoris, for a feeling that will change your life, one orgasm at a time.”
It does this by using sonic waves instead of a typical vibrator that uses, well, vibrations. The waves go beyond the external to pulsate and stimulate (because our clits are a web of nerve endings, not just little fashionable vulva buttons).
Since my time at Fascinations, I have tried nearly a hundred different sex toys. I have become a sex toy snob. I have three favorite companies and Lelo happens to be one of them (We-Vibe and Fun Factory are the other).
A former coworker used to refer to Lelo toys as “Gucci for your Coochie,” which is as close to accurate as you’re going to get. They are indeed a luxury sex toy company (the $2,500 gold prostate toy pretty much exemplifies that). Lelo designs are streamlined, beautiful, and classy. Plus, they’re all made out of medical-grade materials and are rechargeable.
When I opened the Sona Cruise box I was both mesmerized by the impressive design and slightly skeptical about this small suction looking device doing anything of value for my pussy. I could not imagine how anything could be better than the Hitachi (my most recent vibrator love).
The thing about vibrators is that, just like with polyamory, you can love MORE than ONE.
Just because you get pleasure from eating pizza does not take away from the fact that you also get pleasure from putting ice cream in your mouth.
After charging and cleaning the Lelo Sona Cruise, it was time to give it a whirl or for it to whirl me or perhaps we’d whirl each other?! Anyway. I turned it on and it was SO quiet. After getting used to the power-drill sounds of the Hitachi I thought there was NO way it was going to do anything at all to my clitoris.
I put the tiny spout mouth up to my finger, it was like, egh. I put it on my nipple, it was like oohh, okkaayy, maybe. . . I put it on my clit.
Well. I TRIED to put it on my clit.
After I maneuvered it around to find the exact correct spot for ultimate sensation, which took a bit longer than I thought it would, I hit THE SPOT and it felt like a fucking electrical lightning surge zip all the way my body.
I dropped it.
Whoa. I thought. WHOA.
“Okay, little pink friend with the power punch, looks like you may be able to hold your own after all,” I said to myself in my head and not out loud or anything weird like how dirty talking your sex toys would probably be, that I would never EVER do. . . .
The very first initial contact was super intense, but I needed lube.
So, I put a drop or 10 (because I have the Sahara desert of vaginas from living in this dry ass climate and almost always being hungover and dehydrated) on my pussy, took a deep breath and got back to work.
I couldn’t even pay attention to porn while this thing was on my button. My brain couldn’t handle the multi-tasking. My clit could barely handle the sensations.
I turned on the different rhythms/patterns to help give my clit a seconds rest and it turned out that I enjoyed the rhythm/patterns MORE than just the straight BUZZ, which NEVER has happened with a toy before.
Oh. My. God.
It felt like a three-minute long mini-orgasm that ended with a MAJOR orgasmic mind-blowing explosion.
Small little pink friend, if that’s how you’re going to roll (or pulsate), I will accept your offering.
So, yeah. Um. It was good.
But that’s not all my friends and followers. That is not where the Lelo Sona story ends.
Later that night, my current mansexfriendthingthatdoesnothavealabel wanted me to demo the toy for him.
He had been eating me out so when I put the toy on my clit it made these amazing sloppy wet noises that were kind of hilarious and also totally recordable for an interesting EDM remix throwdown. Yet, still, the sound of the toy itself was almost inaudible. Anyhoo…
A lot of people claim that sex toys/vibrators sort of “numb the clit,” and that they create this inability to get off with actual people, but I’m here to counter that and say that since the Hitachi and the Lelo Sona Cruise I’ve turned into basically a Cum Queen. I’m orgasming ALL the fucking time, both alone and with people. At the beginning, in the middle, and at the end. Like, holy shit. Both of these toys seem to propel my orgasm FORWARD instead of blocking them at all.
Not only that, but after I had demoed it for a few minutes we threw it aside and started having P-in-V sex; we’re both still not sure what actually happened, but my vagina contracted and released and contracted as if it wanted to extract the orgasm from his cock all by itself. This situation was almost entirely involuntarily on my behalf. As if my vagina was turning into its own entity and cock juice was its main dietary source.
I got the juice. Pretty sure I got part of his brains too, since right after, as we were getting dressed, he put his shoes on the wrong feet (making it the best after-sex compliment I have ever gotten).
So, would I recommend the Lelo Sona Cruise?
Oh my god.
BUT now I want to try ALL the sonic wave sex toys to see how the others compare. Personally, I’d like the spout/mouth part of be a little bit bigger to cover more surface area even though I am aware that the waves move around the whole space. I think it would help ease some of the intensity so it could grow into a MAJOR orgasm without cumming within 10 seconds (unless you like cumming in 10 seconds, so you can move on with your life. I like it to last a little bit longer than that just because there’s not much else I’d rather be doing.)
Also. Lube & toy cleaner are an absolute must with this.
Make sure the lube is water-based. Silicone on silicone has been known to be a bad idea, so why risk it?
Growing up, “Thirsty Thursday” used to mean 99 cent Route 44s from the Sonic aka America’s Favorite Drive-In. The best Thirsty Thursday Route 44 Sonic beverage choice is and will always be a Cherry Limeade. Other running-up choices include the Strawberry Lemonade or a Grape/Orange/Cherry Slush or maybe MAYBE if the mood is just right, a cherry/vanilla Dr. Pepper. Yum Sonic drinks. (Now I am actually getting thirsty).
Today to be “thirsty” means something entirely different.
It no longer has anything to do with getting a giant-ass styrofoam cup full of corn syrup/ sugar-laced soda mixed with those perfectly tiny squared ice cubes for super cheap (though perhaps Sonic still has that special IDK I haven’t been there on a Thursday in years.).
Now, “to be thirsty” means to want or need something… particularly in relation to either attention or sexual relations or sexual attention or social media likes etc. etc.
Here are some sentence examples of the two main ways the word “thirsty” is often used:
Dick messages like 50 women on Instagram every day asking them what’s up, trying to get them to talk and or fuck him; that bitch is thirsty.
Kitty has been staring at that guy across the bar for so long that drool is coming out her mouth and she’s about to start humping her chair; that bitch is thirsty.
Jack is always posting pics of his giant ass biceps on Instagram, that bitch is thirsty.
Krystal posts half-naked pics of herself all over Instagram all day, that bitch is thirsty.
Candy has sent over 5,000 emails trying to get interviews for publicity work, that bitch is thirsty.
People seem to use this word in a negative context. Is it wrong to want attention? Is it wrong to want other people to see how sexy you are or to know that you’re thinking of them? Is it wrong to actually go after the things that you want? Fuck it. I don’t care. I’ll be thirsty all day every damn day.
“I think holding in thirst to please other people and to be ‘cool’ is the thirstiest thing one can do.”
So I will not hold back my thirst.
I will continue to show my half naked body all over social media. Why? Because I like it. I like sex. I like being sexual. I like you liking it. I enjoy your attention.
I don’t give a fuck if you think I’m an attention-seeking slut because I AM. I am also about a million other things too so I can be that for a moment then go and be a weirdo who farts and picks her nose while she’s eating an entire container of ice cream. Why? Because we are all complex beings. We all have thirst, we all have hunger. We all want to be wanted whether we want to admit to that want or not.
So drink up bitches. This tall glass of lemonade won’t be full or wet for that many more days. . . (not sure if that sentence actually works in this context but I have other things to do with my day to day, like go and find a drink.)
Last Friday I received a large box in the mail. I was not home when this large box arrived, but when I walked through the door I knew it must be my sex toy surprise from an anonymous friend. I couldn’t open it right away because my friends were waiting for me at the bar down the street, so I took it upstairs where it sat for hours unopened; yet while at the bar I was thinking of it the whole time. Since I live only two blocks from the drinking establish we were all at, I slipped out unseen to open said box as I could not longer contain my anticipation and excitement.
Here is the video of the unboxing. I know it’s long but I promise there are at least five pervy inappropriate jokes within this box (along with several dicks in this big dry box, which of course I make opinions about).
This video is long, but not as long as your dick, right?
Didn’t watch the video because it was long and intimidating unlike your dick, huh?
Here’s a pic:
Included in said big dry box:
The Hitachi Magic Wand
And a 7.5 inch Dildo with suction-cup & vibrator attachments
This guy knows how to send a party to my door!
I’m beyond grateful. And I will be reviewing each of these items separately in the upcoming weeks. I will say I could not wait to try to Hitachi, I’ll give full review soon but it was SO intense it made my eyes water the first time I tried it. Talk about a power tool for the pussy.
Want to be as amazing as the person who sent me such a pleasurable big box full of dicks? Well, you can! Check out my Amazon Wishlist and go ahead– make my day. (Could really use some new patio furniture. You might not think that’s very sexy but I will tell you right now I’d cum all over at the sight of it on my porch.)
Get yourself or someone you’re into all the stuff from my box with these links:
Would You Ever Want to Switch Bodies With Another Person?
What Would You Do In Someone Else’s Body?
Earlier today a guy reached out on Instagram to tell me that he has enjoyed reading my blog, which of course I was flattered by the thoughtful comment. I checked out HIS Instagram and it’s by far one of the best pages I have ever seen. I’d suggest giving his weird napkin ball page a follow if you dare, as it’s quite a treat. While you’re at it feel free to follow mine too, and you’re welcome to DM me if you have something interesting to say.).
Anyway, since I was hungover as shit I asked him to give me today’s blog topic. He asked me if I have ever thought about what the sexual experience feels like (sensation/sensitivity etc) for the opposite sex.
Of course, the answer is a resounding YES. I think about that shit ALL the time.
Now, to be clear, I’m not a fan of Freud and I do not believe in the whole penis-envy bullshit, but I have definitely been curious to know what it must be like to walk around with a long thingy and two squishy hairy ball thingys hanging between my legs (I’ve also wondered what it would be like to be giraffe or a tree or a poodle–eat the mushrooms and you will too!).
I’ve thought about it SO much that I often ask my male friends if they’d ever Freaky Friday with me.
That’s exactly and not exactly what it sounds like.
In my Freaky Friday the guy and I would switch bodies, just like it happens in the movie of the same name. Except my Freaky Friday would play out more like a porn than a Disney film.
I have the whole day planned out too.
First I’d hire a prostitute. Wait, no, FIRST I would pee standing up and THEN I’d hire a prostitute. I’d pay the prostitute a huge sum of money (because now I am a man and just magically have lots of money for some reason) and the prostitute and I would spend a few hours having all the different kinds of sex, oral sex, penis-in-vagina sex, anal sex. I’d even have this very fine, intelligent, hard-working woman peg me, because WHY NOT? I now have a prostate and I’ve heard that massaging the prostate dramatically improves the sensation of an orgasm.
Then I’d go out to a bar and hit on a woman just to feel what it feels like to be rejected once in my life (hahaha you can discover how much that is not true with my blog on rejection located here). But, seriously, I’d go and try to talk to women to see what it’s like from the other side of things.
Maybe because during Freaky Friday I’m a woman in a man’s body, but still have a woman’s brain I’d luck out and one of the women would be interested in me in a sexual way. (Though since I am woman who also has sex with women, I can’t say it’s worked very well for me thus far).
I’d do that helicopter penis dance.
I’d write my name in the snow or the sand or the dirt or whatever happens to be outside that I can pee on.
I’d pee in an alley.
I’d pee off a mountain.
I’d pee out of a window.
(I’d also drink a lot so I could pee some more).
I’d take a pic of my dick and then send it to someone who politely requested to see it.
I’d go to a gay bar. I’d try to hit on men. I’m not quite sure what time of the day it is at this point, but I’d still want to have all of the different kinds of gay sex a guy can have. Why not?!
At some point, I’m sure I’d masturbate too.
Am I missing anything?!?!
Anything I forgot to do while I had this Freaky Friday dick?
I have NO idea what the sensation/sensitivities are for men. I assume all dicks are different in that regard. I also assume that our pleasures are similar though different. We wouldn’t all be rubbing up on each other so much if we weren’t getting that mind-blowing, toe-curling, internal fireworks show moment we all call an orgasm (of course, I will not go into the number of times I haven’t had an orgasm by fucking a dude with a penis because I’m not writing a novel here).
So… if anyone is interested in this experiment let me know. We can, I don’t know, find some magic spell and make it happen.
This morning I walked back into my house (after leaving man’s house and walking home) wearing the same clothes I had worn last night, my “walk of hell yeah, I got laid” (instead of the walk of shame… as there is no shame in getting laid). Anyway. I skipped into the kitchen because man had made me coffee before I left and my hangover was masked by a liquid blanket of caffeine. I opened the fridge and realized I had no food. I should have realized that earlier since I know for a fact that I haven’t been to the grocery store in over two weeks and yet somehow I always manage to find something to eat, even if it’s leftover celery from the wings I had eaten with another dude the night prior. In any event, I realized that I should probably get my shit together and go and get groceries. If I could walk a mile and a half to go on a date I can walk the 6 blocks it takes to get to Safeway.
I have been contemplating going vegan for a week just to like cleanse my system and force myself to eat healthy stuff like carrots and asparagus and eggplant and other foods that resemble penises that are supposed to help make you big, hard, and strong. I opened an old vegan cookbook that was on the shelf hoping it would inspire healthy eating and ideas on what to get at the grocery store. As I was leafing through the vegan cookbook a beautiful drawing fell out onto my lap. The drawing* is of a person with boobs and a giant cock jizzing all over with the word “Spunk” written out in jizzy-like font.
The drawing made me think back to the time when I actually was full-on vegan, for two whole years I refrained from the meat and the dairy and the eggs, and yes I still got laid. But! A debate would often come up in friend circles. Is human male ejaculate vegan?
The FINAL Answer.
Quite simply, yes.
Human male ejaculate contains sugars, proteins, and fatty acids that are designed to help the sperm along their journey to the egg (sperm itself only accounts for about 1% of jizz). Most men cum about a teaspoon of semen at a time. This teaspoon of guy-goo is about 5 to 25 calories and though it does contain protein you’d need to basically drink at least a 4 ounce glass of it to get any protein benefits.
But, the question was, is it vegan?!
Dudes. Chill. I know.
I already said YES. Cum is vegan.
If you’re vegan you can swallow a load any fucking time you want.
Assuming that you’re having consensual sex and the other person says it’s okay to eat their splooge.
Because consent is actually what makes ejaculate vegan. Consciousness allows one person to give permission to another person to eat something that has cum out of the body. I’m not sure you could get much more vegan than that actually.
Please don’t be dumb and try to argue with me that sperm is people. Sperm is not people, okay. Sperm is sperm. Sperm is owned by the dude and when that dude gives it to someone else they are giving a gift, not of life, but of sperm. Sperm is sperm… remember that the next time you’re eating a carrot.
Some vegans will only have sex with other vegans, typically this is for political reasons such as “I’m not fucking some non-woke meat eater.” Yet, my roommate just brought up the concept that some vegans think that meat will get into the sperm.
According to all of my research, there is only anecdotal evidence that diet impacts the taste/smell of sperm; it’s actually hydration that will determine the amount of cum that, well, comes out. As far as the meat going into the makeup of the sperm, that seems ridiculous and not accurate and I could find no scientific backing of that BUT prove me wrong?! I’m sure there’s a vegan out there ready to prove me wrong. I’m mean come on, you’re all a bunch of fucking food-trolls, I know because I used to be one of you.
*Do you want to own the above pictured found art piece? Name your price and contact me for details.
Last night I went to my regular watering hole. This bar is just a few blocks down the street from me and it’s cheap, which means it’s dangerous but also the most fun.
While I was there with my friend and her not-boyfriend-boyfriend not one but TWO different guys I have had sexual relations in the past happened to wander in.
One made sense as he is my neighbor. And whatever, we still talk occasionally, no big deal.
The second one lives nowhere around here. He, in fact, was one of the many men who GHOSTED me in the past. Which was really fucking ironic or serendipitous or whatever as I had just written about ghosting two days ago. Maybe he knew and subconsciously felt left out since I failed to mention him in that post. Anyway, it had been over six months since I had seen, heard, or even thought about that guy.
I was at the bar ordering another drink (we will say it was my 5th but who keeps count these days?) when I noticed a quite attractive man a few stools down from me.
“You look familiar,” he said as he took a sip of his whiskey on the rocks.
I stare at him for a moment and then it hits me:
“Oh, indeed. That’s because we’ve fucked.”
His eyes go wide. He realizes it too.
“Oh! Yes. I guess that would be the reason.”
I move closer to him (he’s still looking as fine as the day we boned):
“I was just thinking about you the other day,” I say, “I was writing a blog about ghosting and I remembered you because we had this long philosophical conversation about dating and being open and honest and how ghosting was a bullshit form of not communicating. Remember that? Then, do you remember how I sent you some texts the next couple of days after and you never replied? Like, how you said you’d never ghost and then you did just that?! That was hilarious!!”
He furrows his brow:
“That doesn’t sound like something I’d do,” he insists.
Fast-forward to today and this text exchange where he informed he was now back with his ex-wife. But, here’s the kicker, he continued:
“I wouldn’t say it’s entirely accurate that I’m not into you.”
They are not in an open relationship.
I’m trying to understand the male brain here.
We went out a couple of times. We had sex. We stopped talking. We run into each other and have a casual conversation. Then he texts me to tell me he’s back with his ex but he might still be into me?!
If I were his ex-wife I would have stayed an ex because of this kind of behavior.
Exes are exes for a reason.
There’s this meme:
I’m not saying it’s ALWAYS bad. I’m sure there are circumstances where reuniting after spending time on personal growth might make it more reasonable and likely for success.
But… if you’re with someone monogamously and you’re thinking about how you might possibly be into someone else… perhaps that’s a sign that the two of you aren’t right for each other?
Or maybe he’s the type of guy who likes to have a serious relationship but then get fresh hot fries on the side?
Yes, I like sex. I am a slut. I enjoy hot fresh fries just as much as the next person, but I do have boundaries. I even have morals if you can believe it. And even if this guy and his ex-wife end up apart again (and they will as that’s pretty apparent) I could not, would not want to ever take a bite of his fries.
I can forgive a ghost (cuz they dead). I can’t accept a zombie though, because I enjoy having my brains intact.
Anyone have a different opinion on the matter? Am I reading it wrong? Did I just waste a bunch of time thinking about this? Probs.