November 2010
1 post
Who are you doing it for?
Ends are hard.
Sometimes it’s tempting to send one last message or make one last remark, but I have to stop and think: who are you doing it for?
Are you sending that last message because there’s something truly important you need to convey to the other person before the lines of communication close?
Or are you just trying to have the last word?
Option C is that I’m reaching...
April 2010
5 posts
Masturbation Just Doesn't Do It For Me
I never get off. I end up concentrating/working so hard with my hands that I can’t relax and let go, and I never orgasm.
My shower head used to work, though, when it was one of the removable ones. Perhaps I just need to invest in some toys to help me out.
That, or I need a man who’s around more often to give me what I need. Alex and I haven’t been able to see each other in...
I need to combine two men.
One of them I’m wildly attracted to physically, we have good (but not great, I’ll admit) sex, and he’s all kinds of sexy, but we’d crash and burn as a couple.
The other I’m falling madly in love with on an emotional level, but have no attraction to whatsoever.
I’ve realized I’m hesitant to give direction to guys in bed, because I worry I’ll be repetitive. 99% of the time, if we’re in the middle of sex, I’m going to direct you to the clitoris. Because that’s what feels best/will get me off.
I feel like that’s such a boring, uncreative suggestion, though, so I rarely voice it. I guess I need to come to terms...
I hate that sex makes men tired.
Seriously. LoverBoy and I are both annoyed at this. Morning sex wakes me up and means that I have a fantastic, productive day, but it leaves him in an exhausted haze until he can nap or get to bed that night. Thoughts on how to get around this? C’mon, there’s got to be a trick out there somewhere.
“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s...”
– Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via jessicachu)
this will always remind me of “this we have now” and paul, in a blazer, reading it off of notecards while a spotlight shined in his face.
this segment of “killing yourself to live” is one of the truest statements i...
The worst decision I ever made
I’m not one to regret things. I find it a useless emotion: what’s done is done, and you learn what you can from it and move forward.
There are only two decisions that I can honestly say I regret, and both of them were men.
I met Caleb last year. He was funny and charming, with a twinkle in his eye and the body of a Greek god. And he liked me.
The downside? He had a girlfriend at...
March 2010
9 posts
On the severity of heartbreaks
I think it’s interesting how completely devastated I have felt about certain men in my life, when a week later I think about it and am almost entirely apathetic.
Last winter, there was a man at my university that I grew very close to, and we finally got together one weekend and began a relationship. Two days later, he told me that he wasn’t in a place in his life where he could be in...
“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.”
– Albert Camus (via wretchedness)
As always,
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Not sure if it was smart, but it sure is fun
Well, Alex and I talked about what happened, and I think it’s all going to be ok. I explained to him everything I was thinking and feeling (which I think really boiled down to the fact that I didn’t like sleeping with someone who gave me the impression that he didn’t even care about me on a friendship level), and he was surprisingly supportive and caring. He really just wants...
I’m terrified that Alex is going to call and want to see me this weekend. I really don’t want to talk to him…I’m not ready for that yet.
At the same time, though, I feel like maybe it’s just going to be an unspoken ending, and he’ll just leave me alone. I’d like that. Let’s all cross our fingers for that one, shall we?
Broken
I regret that I haven’t had the chance to fill in my previous exploits yet, because I feel that background would help you understand the situation I’m in now. I’ll do my best to cover the important bits here:
I like sex. While not incredibly adventurous with the scope of my experience, I do consider myself more experienced than the average person (or at least, the average...
Ask Me Anything →
Sorry I’ve been lax on posting lately.
The good news is that I’ve been having some pretty intense life experience that should make for good fodder for this blog.
The bad news is that it’s really rough for me emotionally right now, and I’m not quite ready for sharing yet.
If sex is all you want from someone, and it's...
…do you try to be friends with them to make it seem less sleazy?
…do you accept that it is what it is and quit pretending?
…does it still count as them using you?
February 2010
10 posts
Panties with Condom Pockets →
balancinginhighheels:
Really? …I got an image in my head of a naked couple frantically searching the room in the dark for the condom after all the clothes had been thrown off in a fit of ecstasy.
Woe is me
I’ve been really down lately.
Well…down, but swinging back and forth a bit. I alternate between feeling like nothing good is coming to me and I’m just horribly depressed, and being determined to fight my way out of this slump.
But really? Everyone keeps saying that I just haven’t found the right guy yet, that I deserve so much more, that he’s out there waiting. ...
Men who are exposed to hot tubs or hot baths for...
The condition is almost always reversed, though, by reducing the exposure.
From now on, I’m submerging all my sexual partners in hot water for an hour every Sunday.
“When I was a bouncy 18 year old I met a boy, like most of the girls I knew. I...”
– I was allergic to him? (via edencafe)
starri asked: @ Lying to yourself is the hardest lie to catch;
perhaps the answer is the *passion paradox* [http://www.artandpopularculture.com/Passion_Paradox] not that I am a firm believer myself.. but..
anyways, i started following you. Nice blog.
perhaps the answer is the *passion paradox* [http://www.artandpopularculture.com/Passion_Paradox] not that I am a firm believer myself.. but..
anyways, i started following you. Nice blog.
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Lying to yourself is the hardest lie to catch
I met a guy recently, and noticed something about myself, and about him.
If I, with a clear head, let him know that I don’t want to sleep with him (or even if I don’t explicitly say I do want to), then I need him to not start anything remotely sexual. Once that happens, I just get wound up and give into him (but not in a way that means I regret it later…it merely becomes something so...
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Last night was a good night
Today, I have finger-shaped bruises on both hips from him grabbing me. So good. It’s been way too long.
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In the beginning, there was Adam. And he was a...
I had my first-ever boyfriend when I was in seventh grade. Adam was the “funny guy” in our grade. He was always the center of attention, always the one in detention, and the one at the center of a popular group of guys. (Although ‘popular’ is such a tricky word…there were a number of popular cliques at my junior high school, all with different female followers and claims to fame.)
When he asked...
I realized something today, as I was sitting here...
Relationships are impossible to define, generalize, or categorize. There’s no possible way anything I say here will be a definitive answer. That being said, I think the best thing to do will be to begin at the beginning: with my very first relationship.
It's a Girl!
A girl with a long history of relationships, flings, rejections, and jaw-dropping moments of disbelief with men in the world.
And I’ve come here, to tumblr, to write them down for the world to see.
None of the names will be real, but every situation will be. Nothing held back here. So read, enjoy, laugh, cry, and tell me what you think. I can’t wait.