Monthly Archives: January 2009

Fakin’ It, Baby

[I've had a strange week. I bought some wine Tuesday, finished in Wednesday night, and wrote this while under the influence. It's long, rambling, but it's also a good dose of in vino veritas.]
This year of mine will require tremendous courage and a willingness to fail on my part, because I’ll need to push through [...]

Saying What’s Meant and Meaning What’s Said

We, as a society, seem pretty lost on the subject of communicating these days.
Oh, sure, we’ve got the surfacing of it all down pat. We text each other. Email abounds. Blogging has given a voice to everyone we wish never had one. Twitter makes it possible to nanobroadcast your life. Coworkers instant message each other [...]

Oh, Mr. President.

Take note men. Even the President gives his coat to his woman when she’s a little chilly. In this cute shot taken by the White House photographer on the way to a ball Inauguration night, Michelle’s given his coat because she’s a cold. I love this shot. Love, love, love.
Chivalry might be dead, but maybe, [...]

Pride is Overrated: Of Muffins & Poisoning

There’s probably no greater equalizer of mankind than food poisoning. Everyone can remember That One Meal that left them a gut-churning shell of themselves for 24 to 48 hours.
I had my Lesson in Humility yesterday. I couldn’t even run up to the store for Pepto-Bismol because of the unpredictability of it all. I spent about [...]

7 More Things You Maybe Didn’t Know About Me

I got tagged for this meme for a second time, this time by JamieLD. The first time was here. And why not just brush it off and say “But I did it already?” Huh? Why?
Well, I’ll tell you. ‘Cos, like, there ARE 14 things about me you don’t know. How do ya like them apples? [...]

Recording a Moment(ish)

I had a moment tonight.
My best friend GayBoy (@mr_tits_pervert on Twitter) was over tonight and we were drinking, doing the Silly Thing, and I was off in the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror and I just remembered my mother and how I always thought she was so beautiful. You know, when she wasn’t wearing her [...]

Sugasm #156

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. 
This Week’s Picks
Mouth Music
“Can you feel the heat of my lips taunting you yet?”
4 a.m.
“My mouth craves skin and I dip my head to her shoulder.”
Wanting
“I want my whisper in your ear to make you shiver”
Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Too Honest
Editor’s Choice
To [...]

The Start of Something Good

My plan is coming together.
Like last year, the first thing I’m doing is in-depth trying to get my home back under control.
My place has been under siege from cockroaches for a while. I’m winning, but I know they’re still around. I’ve been living in chaos because of it, though. For instance, since the start of [...]

Hi & Sugasm 155

I’m getting a massage in the afternoon tomorrow, as I finish at 3 (after starting at a disgusting 7). I think it’s a pinot noir night, and a barbecued hamburger, as I get my place a little bit put back together after Christmas.

Found On The Internet: Need I Say More?

The Museum of Penis

I’m unlikely to ever, ever be interested in the Museum of Sex if it’s going to be this misogynistic before I even put foot in the door. I mean, if there was a woman anywhere on this creative team, I’ll eat my bra. And it has an underwire!

A 2009 Wish for Smut Writers

[Note: These opinions of mine are strong. Aren't they always? But it should be said that I think it's with irony, too, as the majority of sex bloggers I've followed on Twitter tend to speak of condoms as necessity, not options. I believe the sex blogging community is indeed having responsible sex more often than [...]

About My Dad, About Weight, About Change

My father is morbidly obese, and then some. He’s pushing 400 pounds. His legs are shot. His heart’s riddled with issues. There’s the stepmom’s chain-smoking, his daily dalliances with alcohol despite being told a single drink could kill him, and then there’s the ridiculous Southern diet the wife (who was a nurse for 35 years, is equally morbidly obese, smokes, is never active, and who is also diabetic with heart issues) is always cooking. How about scalloped potatoes in their house? A casserole has a half-stick of butter and a jar of Cheez Whiz. You want sour cream with that? It’s in the fridge.

If there was a textbook “how not to be diabetic” example, it’d be them.

And 2008 Keeps On Comin’

I’m in that painful holding pattern of waiting for news.
Let’s back up. Last night I visited my folks in lieu of the cancelled Christmas Day gathering, which we all nixed for the 2 feet of snow that fell. It didn’t go as expected.
My father was compaining of all flu-like symptoms and looked as bad as [...]