Tits Out Truth Bombs Tuesday: Falling Out of Love with Denver + Giving Up the Booze

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Is Denver Becoming Too High Maintenance?

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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.

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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.

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Tits Out Truth Bombs Tuesday: Happy National Orgasm Day!

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3 Ways to Enhance Your Big O

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Cum So You Can Go (Again)

Happy National Orgasm Day! Orgasms (or orgasims like half the population spells when looking it up on google) are pretty much my favorite thing. At least when I think about my favorite things they almost all give me orgasms (sex, ice cream, those water bottle misters on a hot day) soooo saying orgasms are my favorite thing is pretty close to accurate and would make the most sense.

Anyway. Sometimes orgasms are way more difficult for females who are having sex with men (me included!). But never fear! It is possible to do. Below I have listed three easy ways to enhance your orgasms no matter who you’re banging (man, woman, yourself etc). Enjoy (and please, cum again).

Here are Three Easy Ways to Enhance Your Orgasm

1. Exercise to Sexercise

Move your body to really mmmoovvee your body. Whether you’re doing high or low impact, weight-training, HIIT, yoga, etc. when you get your blood flow going it helps make it easier to get off. Plus, there are some stats out there that says exercise raises testosterone in women, which can help boost that sex drive.  (I have not read the full report but you can and then you can tell me about it.) Also, when your body is in better shape it increases endurance, strength, and flexibility which all can have a major impact on how well you perform in the bedroom. I’m not saying you have to become a major stud muffin muscle machine, but it could be fun to be able to hold your partner up against a wall or pull your legs up over your head.

2.  Add (More) Toys to Your Sex Game

I’m a huge proponent of incorporating sex toys into the bedroom (or wherever you’re doing it). There is something for everyone out there in the world of adult play toys. In fact, the ones I’m featuring below were toys recommended to me by other people/friends/people I trust have good sex. I have yet to try them myself, but they are on my “To Do” list. Let me know if you’ve experienced any of these or if you have a favorite in these of these categories that you think are must-haves.

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Find the G-Spot withFun Factory Stronic G Rechargeable Blue Thrusting G-Spot Vibrator

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You can look at the surface area on the g-spot head of this vibrator and tell it’s a good one. Plus Fun Factory makes some of the best toys on the market.

What What in the Butt with: We-Vibe Ditto Rechargeable Remote and App Control Blue Butt Plug (plus you get to play with technology with this one!)

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3. Those Who Breathe Together Cum Together

Yes, it sounds like hippie shit, and maybe it is hippie shit, but breath work can help with focus and it can help people learn how to let go of the bullshit that might clog the brain and prevent the orgasm from entering the body.  Many tantric people claim to have the best orgasms EVER and though it looks silly wouldn’t you prefer experiencing as much pleasure as possible?

You can just slow down your breathing or catch on the same rhythm as your partner and either of those things can drastically change the orgasm experience. Breathwork can make anal sex way more pleasurable by allowing you and/or your partner to go with the intensity instead of against it.

More on each of these topics to cum. . . I mean, come, later.

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Wet & Wild Wednesday: This Boob’s For You

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When You’re Angry and Depressed Just Get Naked

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Your Body is Just a Body Moving Your Body Around

(Enjoy the video rant. An angry cry may occur in it)

I have, for many years, gone through phases where I fall into these dark holes. They’re dirtier and darker than anal holes let me tell you. Hippie-dippie people like to call it “the shadow self.” Whatever. It’s usually more menacing than a shadow, more like an empty cave that has a terrible heating and cooling system.

I care not about getting out of bed. I contemplate how I do not want to be here. And when I say here I mean Denver. I mean the United States. I mean Planet Earth. I mean here in this body.

I question my worth. I question every choice I’ve ever made. I question the people in my life and what might possibly be wrong with them to choose to spend time with me.

It starts as a simmer. Turns to a boil. Evaporates into nothingness.

The nothingness.

The care not.

The heavy gray blanket that suffocates and keeps me from moving forward.

I return to my body.

It’s funny because I imagine that many people think I’m putting up pics of my tits and ass on Instagram as some sort of desperate plea for attention. Of course, I enjoy attention but that’s not my motivation.

I do it because it’s what I have to give.

We’re all put into these vessels of flesh to learn and grow and connect. I happen to be blessed with a body that other people seem to enjoy looking at. What do I care if they look at it? Sure, I’m in charge with taking care of this thing and I could do a better job about that, but I believe we all should experience more pleasure. So here I am, mostly naked, giving strangers pleasure.

Perhaps deep down I’m just a giver with not much to give.

One day this body will be rotting in the ground and no one will want to look at it then so I might as well take some pics of it now so there’s digital proof of its existence.

I found a sentence in an old journal of mine that read,

“We’re all afraid of going after our dreams because if we fail, we will have nothing left.”

Well, I quit my job nearly a year ago to write a book. I wrote the first draft of that book.

And here I am left.
Nothing.

Yet, everything.

The opportunity to edit and write Draft 2.

The opportunity to keep showing off my boobs.

The opportunity to connect to you and you and you.

So sure, I like the attention, but it’s merely a side note to a much bigger picture. The concept that we get to move around in this package of bones and muscle and blood and skin and shit; that it’s all we really have right here where we are until we are not here anymore.

So fuck it. I embrace the dark. The light. The unknown. The complete and total hot mess that I am. And of course, I embrace the boobs.

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