Yummy

Posted on March 17, 2010

Mar. 10, 2010 – 9:31am
You look delicious and I love your truth in advertising, How warm is that lovely figure of yours? Are you as freezing as I am today? Let’s heat up my bed together.

Mar. 10, 2010 – 11:57am
Really? Did you think this would work?

Mar. 10, 2010 – 12:03pm
Nothing has to work, You are either in the mood or you are not, I like to think women make up their own minds as opposed to being swayed by the mote juste. Aside from being crass I am also a fabulous lover and you look like you are as well.

Mar. 10, 2010 – 12:54pm
Yeah, I make up my own mind, a mind which needs to be stimulated with some intelligent banter. I find that it’s the combination of people that make the sex fabulous, not just one person’s ego.

Mar. 10, 2010 – 1:23pm
Your right, and actually I am a great talker and listener and I have great advice as well, or so I have been told, and as you can tell I have a panache for absurdity which happily weeds out the less intrepid.

Mar. 14, 2010 – 7:33am
Free your mind and your body will follow :)

Mar. 14, 2010 – 12:45pm
Thanks for the pointer.

Mar. 14, 2010 – 5:34pm
I mean it, I agree with your statement about being stimulated with the proper etiquette, but I find people who invest all their effort in flirtation often have little left for the bedroom. I am all bedroom and it is not ego, it is just knowing what I do well, and I also know you are a good match.

Mar. 14, 2010 – 5:54pm
We haven’t met so you have no clue whether we’re a good match.

Mar. 14, 2010 – 6:20pm
I am good at reading between the lines, but what kind of match is perhaps a more important question, and yes I could be completely wrong but I am good at admitting my mistakes.

Mar. 14, 2010 – 9:24pm
Uh, ok. I’m not even sure what you think you’re trying to say.

Mar. 15, 2010 – 7:36am
Clearly you are more sarcastic then sexual, I was just nibbling at your overtly sexual lure but if you are more interested in licking your claws then you win :)

Mar. 15, 2010 – 11:23am
I am both sarcastic and sexual. But you have come across as an ass, and one who doesn’t communicate well.

  Someone who likes fucking doesn’t like fucking EVERYONE for ANY reason.

Mar. 15, 2010 – 4:03pm
Are you everyone?

Mar. 15, 2010 – 4:10pm
Really though pissing you off was not my intention, I enjoy sex immensely it is transformational for me and those who share themselves with me as well, it is perhaps my first language, I may seem like an ass to you but you are missing everything I have to offer. I agree I don’t communicate like others, I guess I read into you wrong, in any event no hard feelings and I wish you the best may you find exactly what you are looking for.

Mar. 15, 2010 – 8:41pm
I was saying that just because I like to have sex does not mean I’ll fuck anyone and everyone. 

Really, sex is your first language? Wow.

  Good luck to you.

Mar. 16, 2010 – 7:50am
Peace my friend :)

Mar. 16, 2010 – 7:54am
After all legend has it we are only supposed to be 5% enemy, seriously I’m not into fighting I think you are beautiful but clearly our Styles are phenomenaly diff. no need for insults. Also not sure why you think I fuck anyone and everyone but so be it.

Mar. 16, 2010 – 11:51am
It appeared that you thought I fuck anyone and everyone. That the way into my pants was to simply suggest to warm up a bed together.

Mar. 16, 2010 – 4:18pm
That is just completely not true, you are the only person I propositioned on this sight because I thought I picked up on something from reading your home page. In any event I am not a one night stand kind of person, I am not into stealing power, I enjoy sharing passion and expanding consciousness through touch. I agree my choice of words is poor, I don’t really like words and I don’t trust them much either I believe in actions and nonverbal communication.

Mar. 17, 2010 – 8:15am
I think you’re too deep for me.

Mar. 17, 2010 – 10:09am
cuntzilla

Mar. 17, 2010 – 10:14am
sorry for the last email, your darkness is palpable and let’s just be done with this.

Mar. 17, 2010 – 12:30pm
I actually meant that you were too deep in a self-deprecating way.

My darkness? Really? I’m not the one who has thrown out an insult because I thought it would get under the other’s skin. However, I like the word cunt so your tactic didn’t work.

[Ah, the men of OkCupid.  This one is especially confusing and hippie-like.]

May 7, 1991, 6:55pm: A Diary Entry

Posted on March 16, 2010

I’m rebelling against the idea of housework.  My peanut butter is incredibly crunchy.  I need to get my stuff back – I have bills to pay.  I want to be able to get into my mailbox so I can get whatever’s in there.  Why am I so damned impatient?  Why do I think it’s my business to find out everything about everyone?  Why do I have to be sick?  Do I deserve the pain?  Why do I have to do suck geeky things?  Why do I have to do them around Henry?  It’s all his fault – he makes me act like that.  I don’t usually, do I?  Alright, maybe I do.  Oh, what to do?  Just try to be more comfortable.  “Be myself.”  Isn’t that the advice I got in sixth grade?  I realize that I’m not that abnormal – [Step-Sister] was.  No one else I know gets boys that easily.  Well, that’s her blessing.  What do I have?  Uh, well, I don’t know right now but I hope to find out some day soon.  Maybe because my life has been such a struggle, I will appreciate what I get in the end all the more.  Gosh, I hope it’s all worth it.  I think I could understand Henry.  I think we could talk about the weird things we talk about and understand each other.  My home is very messy.  I could see us just hanging out, getting stoned,d and talking this summer.  Getting to really know each other.  I think maybe he might let me in.  After a long time.  Shit, it’s already been a long time.  Maybe he’s just surprised he likes me – a hard-core dykey type.  He asked me what my usual “uniform” was – hardcore?  Do I put off that image?  ‘Cause when I seem him I’m usually wearing jeans.  But now he’s seen me in two dresses – both black though.  I think I should get contacts.  I don’t like not being able to see, it’s quite frustrating.  This thing on my leg looks unhealthy to me.  I have to call Henry at eight so he’ll give my jacket to Maury so he’ll give it to Beth so she’ll give it to me so I can have my life back.  The kitty is here.  But (I think it’s a she) left ’cause the radio scared her.  The White House phone is busy.  That most likely means that [Step-Sister] is on the phone.  That’s good ’cause that’ll mean she’s on the phone.  Now she’s telling me a story.  A boy story.  Yeah.  She and Ryan are having problems – [Step-Sister] was away for the weekend and he met some chick.  She goes to Oak Ridge and was in my drama class my sophomore year.  Didn’t like her than and I surely don’t like her now.  Maybe she’s not so well-adjusted.  She thinks guys only like her for sex only she gives it to them.  Talked to Henry’s mom.  Even she noticed that I’m sick.  Talked to her last night too and I sounded fine – this thing sure did develop quickly.  Hopefully it will go away just as fast.  My belly itched a lot today – I think it’s going to peel.  But I sure hope not.  I wonder what Henry’s mother’s name is.  Why don’t I like watching tv anymore?  Someone is playing guitar very close by.  Not very good – nothing compared to Henry of course but nonetheless, playing guitar.  I want Henry to come play for me.  It makes me feel very neat when he does.  I wonder if Mrs. Valenzuela thinks I caught this damn cold from her son.

I like boys, they are a dream
I wish a boy could make me cream
I like boys, I’ve liked many
But right now I only like one named Henry
I like boys, they’re quite alright
But is there one who can go all night?
Boys are cool, they make me drool
Boys are a ten.
They want to do it again and again.

The floor above me squeaks too much.  People are turning on their air conditioners already.  What are they?  A bunch of wimps?  I think I’ll have to get a fan.  I’m really tired of being sick.  It isn’t fair, dammit.  I’m going to use up all my toilet paper on my nose.  Maybe I should buy some tissue.  I can understand why Laura shoves tissues up her nose.  It can get to be a real pain when it runs all the time.  My nose is raw from blowing it so much.  I’m bored.  I need a project.  And I don’t feel like cleaning.  Maybe I can see how man different things I can do with Henry’s name.  Let’s see:

HENRY ALFONSO VALENZUELA
SUZANNE ELIZABETH WHITE

Am I a geek or what?  Just like junior high.  Next thing you know, I’ll be playing MASH with myself.  I took the damn medicine.  Why isn’t it working?  I don’t like having this much free time.  I like being busy.  I would like to go to the gym.  Oh well.  Now I have to wait until I get well.  Crap.  What if I never get well?  Why am dI so paranoid?  And when I tell people, they find it hard to believe that I’m such a worrier.  They also find it hard to believe that I’m shy but I am.

Uncut

Posted on March 15, 2010

I don’t think I’ve hidden my love of the uncut cock.  I love all cock, but probably because stupid Americans often have ideas about circumcision or lack thereof based solely on urban myth or outdated ideas, I feel I should champion the rights of the uncut cock.

I used to be one of those stupid Americans.  Well, I still am a stupid American, but not in the area of circumcision.  Not any more.  I had never seen an uncircumcised penis, and certainly hadn’t played with one, when I would espouse such ignorant ideas about uncut penises being dirty, having smegma, smelling, looking gross, and so on.  I was an asshole.

Eventually I fucked a guy who wasn’t circumcised.  And another, and another.  I realized that so long as the person has good hygiene that there’s nothing more dirty about an uncut cock versus a cut cock.  And uncut cocks are easier to give handjobs (though I admittedly lack skills in this area in general).  Then I fucked a few more guys who were uncircumcised, and then I married an uncircumcised cock.  Oh, I mean I married a man who had an uncircumcised cock.

I have been an anti-circumcision advocate for years.  No, not formally, but when the subject came up, and when people said things about uncut cocks being dirty, etc., I felt it my duty to educate the morons.  To be fair, most of the people were just ignorant, like I was in my teens.  Most of the time I was talking to women, and some men, who had never had relations with a penis in its natural state so I could always win the “it’s not clean” arguments with them.

But the stupidest arguments came from talking to people who said they would circumcise their theoretical future sons.  “So his penis looks like his father’s.”  How many father-son pairs bandy about their dicks, comparing notes?  And how many children don’t take, “That’s the way he is, and that’s the way you are; you are different” explanations from their parents?  Contrary to strict Freudians, children aren’t all that obsessed with their parents’ genitalia; they’re more concerned with their own.  I saw both my father’s penis and my mother’s muff (and vagina, but that’s a different story) when I was a kid and they both looked very different from what I had going on, which was explained to me by saying they were adults and I was a child.

Parents really need their children to look like them that much?  Then why don’t they go ahead and dye their hair, get them those nose jobs, provide them with liposuction?  Because kids’ hair tends to be lighter in color than their parents’, their noses cuter and more button-like, and their bodies chubbier.

Or how about the argument that little boys don’t know how to clean themselves properly?  Guess what, future parents?  You have to teach your children – boys and girls and intersexed – how to clean themselves.  Hygiene is important for all children to learn, not just girls because they’re inherently cleaner, which is utter bullshit anyway.  If a child can figure out how to clean a vulva including inside the labia majora, then a child can figure out how to clean a penis including underneath the foreskin.

Another lame argument I hear is that the incidence of sexually transmissible infections – HIV being the biggie – and certain forms of cancer are lower not only for the circumcised man, but also for his sexual partners.  While it’s laudable for a future parent to be concerned about her son’s health, isn’t it just a little creepy to be that involved in his future sex life?  So involved that you’ll cut off a part of his body now – without his consent – to prevent something that may or may not happen in the future?  To me that’s about as creepy as getting a preventative double mastectomy for your minor daughter because her aunt had breast cancer.

This last argument – lower incidence of STIs – is supported by our very own Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.  However, even the CDC admits that the various studies, especially regarding a much lower transmission of HIV in heterosexual men who were circumcised, were conducted in Sub-Saharan Africa, where education about HIV transmission and prevention is not widespread, where dry sex is commonly practiced, and where unprotected sex with sex workers is the norm.  Supposedly the survey of the studies controlled for all these factors, and that may be true, but provided parents raise their Western children (and everyone with whom I had these discussions was Western) properly, none of these things would be true.  Well-educated, privileged parents would teach their spoiled children about HIV/AIDS and other STIs, and how to use barrier methods for birth control and disease prevention when having relations with sex workers or anyone else.  Chances are the topic of dry sex would not even come up.

Of course I feel like I win each of these arguments with logic.  But my trump card is what actual doctors recommend for babies born in the US.  The American Academy of Pediatrics: Circumcision Policy Statement begins, “Existing scientific evidence demonstrates potential medical benefits of newborn male circumcision; however, these data arenot sufficient to recommend routine neonatal circumcision.”  The AAP policy statement goes on to say that the potential benefits and risks of circumcision should be fully explained to parents, taking into account cultural and religious factors.

This is where I again call bullshit.  Really?  A man in the sky told people that cutting off part of their sons’ penises would mean they were chosen by Him and therefore special?  Maybe special because if they lived through such a procedure – considering the lack of sterilization, medication, etc., thousands of years ago – that would mean they were stronger than the boys who hadn’t had to endure such mutilation.  Because we all know there is no man in the sky.  And if there were would he really be all that into cock?  Wouldn’t he want to fuss with pussies too?  Oh, no, because God created man in his image.

So is God circumcised or not?

I swear.  True (logical) story.

The Ride

Posted on March 14, 2010

[This is continued from Dick Cramden's "The Blues Club."]

The car ride to the hotel was quick. We didn’t speak a word. Instead, you cooed as I moved my hand between your thighs and slowly and gently rubbed my fingers over your panties. As we turned off the road into the hotel parking lot, your cooing had turned to soft moaning.

I helped you out of the car, and as you stood you backed me up against it and pulled my lips to yours. We each slipped a leg between the others thighs and began grinding our crotches against them. My hands slipped down your back and took hold of your supple ass. Kissing grew more passionate as we kissed each others’ neck, ears, throats, cheeks, eyelids.

Your hand slid from my shoulder, down my chest and grabbed my rock hard cock. You found the fly of my pants and pulled it down, and freed me from my boxers, giving me a few gentle, loving strokes. I moaned my thanks. Before I knew what was going on, you crouched down before me and took me into your mouth. Your tight wet lips pressed together as you pushed your face over the head. My back arched in pleasure and my shoulders rested against the car. Your hand firmly, but not tightly, gripped my shaft and pumped slowly as your head began to bob up and down, coating my penis with your saliva. Your hand was soon sliding easily over my tight skin as you continued to take more and more of me into your mouth.

Your hand left the shaft and I felt your lips slide further down on me than I had ever felt before. My cock was hot, and ready to burst. You gave my balls a gentle squeeze. Our eyes were locked as you continued to please me this way, and I noticed your hand working between your own legs, which pleased me that much more.

Then as suddenly as you started, you stopped, standing up and carefully putting me back into my drawers and zipping up my pants. You took your lipstick out of your pocket book and reapplied a slick coat to your wonderful lips. “Let’s go inside,” you whispered. What was I going to do, argue?

As we walked toward the revolving door of the hotel, I caught a glimpse of a couple sitting in a car not too far from where we had parked. They were in a good vantage point to have seen much of what we were up to. I couldn’t tell if they had, but a new excitement stirred within me. As we approached the front of the hotel, I glimpsed back to see the man, sitting in his seat with his head tilted back, mouth slack jawed. I couldn’t see the woman, but my guess was she was giving him head. This new excitement swelled.

[Don't worry, kids, there's more to come from Dick Cramden.]

What Am I? I Am Liquid Silk.

Posted on March 13, 2010

And the winner is: @boxspring.  He got a prize that I hope he enjoys.  Several other people guessed correctly as well, but he was first.  I withheld the correct answers and posted daily clues because I was having fun with y’all’s guesses.  I’m most confused by the guess that the substance in the bowl was a condom; I’ll have Shaye explain it to me in person.

I swear.  True story.

May 7, 1991, 9:07 am: A Diary Entry

Posted on March 12, 2010

Of course he called when I had just about given up on life.  Why does he always do that?  I asked him what I’m supposed to think of him and he wouldn’t tell me.  I said I didn’t want to assume the wrong thing because I would be embarrassed so why doesn’t he tell me what to assume.  He has he’d be embarrassed to tell me.  We aren’t getting anywhere fast are we?  So then I asked him if he would like it if I assumed what I would like to assume.  (He knows what that is ’cause he knows I like him.)  He said right not he’s in between liking it and disliking it.  What the fuck is that supposed to mean?  So I asked him when he’ll know.  “I don’t know, a couple of days, a week, two weeks.”  So then I asked him to explain why he doesn’t now know.  HE was tired and didn’t want to go into it last night ’cause it would take too long.  So when will he explain it to me?  Talk about some quick subject changing.  I asked him why he’s so loathe to explain it to me. “‘Cause sometimes I’m shy.”  I’m so frustrated!  I even told him that I would like to

My nose is all red from blowing it too much.  I’m afraid to put makeup on cause when I blow my know it will rub the makeup off around my nose – which I would have a lot of makeup on anyway ’cause my nose is so red.  I’m miserable.  I can’t find a good book to read.  I don’t have enough money in my checking account.  I can’t go to the gym.  I’m fat.  I’m burnt.  My bread is going to turn out really fucked.  I want to figure Henry out.  I still haven’t gotten my NaNa shoes.  It seems to have been a long time.  I’m coughing a lot.  Why do people keep parking in my space?  I want a car.  I have a bunch of bills to pay and I don’t have any money.  My nose is stuffed so it’s kind of swollen so it looks even bigger than usual.  I wrote Julie a letter.  I sort of called her a flake for saying she would send me a Christmas card but didn’t.

I was just thinking about what I’m gonna do when I go up for [Step-Sister]‘s graduation.  Erica  will probably want to see me.  I wand to be able to tell her I have a boyfriend.  That would be a shock and surprise to her  And I don’t want to have sex with her, dammit.  Especially if Henry and I are together and going at it regularly.  We had better be is all I can say.  I have been more than patient thus far.  I’ll try not to suffocate him.  Will he even care if I go see Erica?  Why do I always jump so far ahead of myself?  He’s still in between.  He’ll probably veer off the wrong way.  Shit.  I don’t like not knowing.  It’s very irritating.  New Depeche Mode isn’t as good.  I’m tired of coughing up phlegm.  I love that word.  It sounds like flem but it’s spelled phlegm.  Wonderful.

Correctional Officer, Part 6

Posted on March 11, 2010

[Continued from "Correctional Officer, Part 5."]

I tried to be a “better” wife.  Only the damage was done.  I figured everyone was miserable in their marriage and I was just one of them.  Even my attempt at some naughty, dirty, mind-blowing sex had failed.

The Ex continued to pester me about having “too much” contact with Correctional Officer.  I deleted emails I had sent to and received from Correctional Officer.  I began to use a different email account so the Ex would think CO and I were no longer in contact.

During a fight with the Ex I challenged him to check all of my email accounts.  You know, like they do in the movies.  The scene where the person being accused of cheating says to the suspicious spouse, “If you don’t believe me, go ahead and check” and then the suspicious spouse thinks better of his loved one and doesn’t “check.”  Well, the Ex called my bluff.  He checked.

The Ex knew my email passwords, and he looked at all my accounts.  And he saw that I was still in contact with CO.  I tried to change his password so he couldn’t even check his own email as a way to prevent him from getting to my emails.  I remember being in a panic in my office at work.  I remember the view across Broadway Street in Oakland when I talked on the phone with someone at AT&T/Yahoo in desperation.

One day while walking home from BART after work I got a call.  It was from CO’s area code so I thought it was him calling me from a phone other than his work phone (the number of which was always blocked).  It was a woman.  She introduced herself as CO’s wife.  Uh, hello.  I got dizzy.  I sat down on the sidewalk.  She asked me if it was true that her husband and I had sex.  I was tired of lying, and I figured she had it on good authority that the sex had occurred, so I admitted it.

She then screamed, “Fucking whore!  Fucking whore!”  It took me a little bit to realize I didn’t have to listen to her and I hung up.

Immediately I tried calling CO.  He didn’t answer.  I called his work.  I was told he had just left.  Fuck.  I was going to try to warn him that when he got home he was in store for some serious shit, but I couldn’t.

The next day I called him at work.  He said he couldn’t talk to me and he hung up.  I didn’t push contact with him.  I figured it was best that he work on his marriage without me gumming up the works.  No need to end two marriages.

Because mine was most definitely over.  I had been miserable for years.  Not completely miserable, but I had been telling the Ex that I couldn’t take various behaviors for a long time.  I had turned into a nag.  I hated having to ask the Ex to do things around the house that he should have done simply because we were two people living together.  I felt disrespected and taken for granted and had for a long time.

I felt like I kept giving in to whatever he wanted and got nothing in return.  When he wanted a huge television that we couldn’t really afford, we bought it on the condition that I would no longer have to ask him to unload the dishwasher, his one major kitchen chore.  Of course that didn’t last.  He still has that fucking 50″ tv though.

I swear.  True story.

[To be continued ….]