Saturday, November 21, 2009

Party Time!

I get to see Devon in about in an hour. I’m not as giddy as I thought it would be, but yes I am excited. Oddly enough, Brad will be there. He’s coming to meet my friend Lisa, the host of the party. Everyone is aware of the whole circle of events – could be a bit awkward for me, but I put myself here. I’m actually kind of wondering if I’ll want to sneak off with Brad. That’s terrible of me! Seriously though, does it get better for a woman than that?!?! Two men in one room, who will fuck you in a moments notice and leave you smiling.

Details tomorrow!

[Via http://housewife987.wordpress.com]

Tried A Condom For The First Time

I tried a condom on for the first time today. The only reason I even have one was because when I was at a pub with my mates a few months back, we ended up talking about sex and stuff for some reason and I mentioned I’d never tried a condom on. One of my friends then gave me one, with an instruction manual leaflet thingy on it, so I could then try one for the first time at some point (not right there and then obviously). Only today did I finally extract it from it’s hiding place and try it on.

All I can say is that I found it very difficult to get it on, it took me several attempts and about three or four minutes to put it on. The main problem was finding out if I had it the right way around, but even when I did, it took me a while to put it on, as it seemed to take much more strength to roll it down that I’d originally anticipated. Luckily for you I won’t go into any more detail on this point, as it’s disgusting, and even worse if my identity is ever discovered.

So yeah, it was an informative experience – I now know how to put a condom on, yay! But it also means I don’t have any condoms now. It doesn’t matter though, I suppose, since it doesn’t look like I’ll be in need of one any time soon.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

VIDEOS SEXO GRATIS FOTOS PORNO

VIDEOS SEXO GRATIS FOTOS PORNO

Un brindis con usted de forma gratuita, le encantará se llene con placer

Entre aquí a tiempo para su punheta

Vamos acariciar mis pechos durinhos

Quieres follar hoy? Pulse aquí

O el amor o hacer amigos de aquí

Conocer gente en tu ciudad que quieren sexo

Otras sugerencias

Princeton coed uncovered on Harvard Mag cover

I am not sure if I got it right in the headline.  So with a few more words I hope to do a better job.

Princeton coed Margaret Sullivan, class of 2012, posed nude in DIAMOND, a “Harvard” magazine, and she assumed that if she only used her first name no one would uncover her real identity, she couldn’t be googled.   She said she posed because she is a poor Princeton student and needed the money.

Maybe she didn’t know she would be on the cover of DIAMOND and it is damn hard for any cover girl to remain undercover. 

Now the Diamond text just above the picture reads- “Who knew smart people could be so sexy?” 

Well who knew that a Harvard magazine could be so stupid to assume that any smart woman would pose on their cover?  Or who at Harvard would asume that a sexy woman couldn’t be smart?  And how could any woman assume that after being on a cover of a “sex” magazine she could still remain undercover?

Or, of course, this could be all hype.  If not, the Diamond editor could be just another undercover agent for the blues.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Soni - romanul lui Andrei Ruse ( R.A )

Ca să mă ţin de cuvânt, azi vă voi vorbi despre Soni, romanul lui Andrei Ruse. ( aka R.A , haha, eu mă semnez A.R )

Am aflat de el în urmă cu vreo jumătate de an, în vremea în care – împreună cu Nico – hoinăream din blog în blog după ceva romane bune. Eu habar nu aveam ce caut, dar pt mine tot ce conta era să văd ce citeşte blogosfera noastră.

Şi uite aşa, am ajuns şi pe un blog, dar nu orice blog, ci unul al unei cărţi. „Uite, mă, ce interesant, o carte are blog aici, la noi, în Romania” ne-am zis una alteia şi am început să citim câte ceva despre roman.

Titlu mare „ Soni ” . . . probabil că mulţi dintre voi v-aţi gândit la celebra marcă de electronice ,nu ?! cam aşa am făcut şi eu iniţial, dar m-am lămurit mai apoi că m-am înşelat atunci când am văzut coperta cărţii :

Faină fată, a ?! frumuseţea sânilor săi a ieşit în evidenţă . . . evident, reacţie ce nu a întârziat să apară atunci când le-am arătat-o lui Olimpiu ( cartea mea stă de vreo 2 săptămâni la el, dar chiar dacă mi-e dor să povestesc cu el şi-s tare curioasă să văd dacă a citit-o şi ce părere are, nu-l întreb nimic, no ! sunt supărată!) şi lui Ciupa. Ulterior, ambii au găsit o idee tare năstruşnică şi anume aceea că mie mi-ar sta al dracu’ de bine tunsă, la fel ca Soni : cheala. Na, poftim, Men . . .

A,stai,c-am sărit anumite etape importante. Uf,ce obosită sunt !

2 secunde s-o dreg niţel.

Aşaaaaaaaaaaaaa . . .

După ce am prins firul povestirii de pe blogul mai sus amintit, atât eu , cât şi Nico am găsit că trebuie neapărat să ne cumpărăm şi noi cartea. Asta a fost aşa, ca o idee doar . . . până acum vreo 2 luni când am mers la Iulius Mall cu Ciupa şi cu Bobo  şi . . . acolo era EA, singură pe raft, ultima din „familia” ei. Da, am găsit ultimul exemplar al lotului respectiv,parcă m-aştepta tocmai pe mine şi-atunci am ştiut că TREBUIE s-o am, chit c-am cerut bani împrumut pt a o putea aduce acasă, dar nu-mi pare rău deloc

Cititul, ca de obicei, a avut un ritm alert, ăsta fiind avantajul exersării acestui „sport”. Aş fi terminat-o mai repede daca nu intervenea una-alta, dar aşa a mers cam în vreo 2 zile şi jumătate. Na, bine, că eu , spre finalul cărţii, am tot lungit-o pt că nu voiam să se termine, mi-aş fi dorit să tot amân acea ultimă foaie dar, din păcate, n-a prea fost posibil .

Prima coală era mâzgălită cam aşa :

„ era ca şi cum ceva foarte scârbos s-ar fi plimbat prin corpul meu. un fel de vierme, târându-se mai întâi prin craniu, şerpuind chinuit între creier şi os, apoi adulmecând pe ceafă, pe spate, până spre coapse, ocolind numai puţin vaginul. îmi doream să iasă pe-acolo, oricât ar fi durut. dar el îţi continua drumul fără să dea doi bani pe fantezia mea, lăsând dâre cleioase printre organe, luând-o pe piciorul drept şi înapoi, prin faţă, pe sub abdomen, rotindu-se în jurul tuturor organelor şi a intestinelor, pe sub sâni, excitându-mi sfârcurile, prin gât după aceea, pe sub gingii şi înapoi la creier ” (10)

V-a şocat, aşa, niţel ?! Ei bine, asta-i ideea, într-o manieră mai ciudată, ca să nu zic pornografică, aşa se face introducerea.

„ mă cheamă Sonia, am 26 de ani , cancer la stomac şi încă jumătate de an de trăit” -> ăsta-i viermele de mai sus de care ea ne povesteşte că-i răvăşea interiorul.

După o relaţie de 3 ani închiată nu tocmai în realţii amiabile, cu un job obositor care nu-i făcea deloc plăcere, colac peste pupăză, află că suferă de o boală gravă şi anume de cancer la stomac, pam paaaam !

Ce frumoasă-i viaţa, nu ? ! Să-i mufezi una fix în bot,nu alta.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuun, acum mă văd nevoită de a mă retrage la somn pt un scurt interval de timp , însă revin cu continuarea poveştii după odihna pe care o aştept încă de ieri noapte

I’ll be back

The Kid

Author: Dan Savage
Title: The Kid: What Happened When My Boyfriend and I Decided To Go Get Pregnant, An Adoption Story

Genre: Non-Fiction, Gay
Publication Date: 1999
Number of Pages: 256
Geographical Setting: U.S.
Time Period: Modern Day
Series: yes (Skipping Towards Gomorrah, The Commitment: Love Sex Marriage and Family)
Plot Summary: Famous sex column (Savage Love) writer Dan Savage writes about life as a gay man with a quirky, and in your face sense of humor. In The Kid Dan picks up where he left off in Skipping to Gomorrah. Dan and his partner Terry set off to have a child through adoption. Dan details the experience with a heavy dose of sarcasm, and humor which keeps the sometimes heavy topics of longing to be a parent coupled with discrimination light and funny. Dan takes us through the ups and downs of the process: the seminars with the adoption agency; the agony of waiting to be picked by a birth mother; the fears that she would change her mind and keep the baby; and the trying relationship with both the birth mother and the baby’s biological father.

Subject Headings: GLBT Family, Gay Adoption, Gay parenting,
Appeal: accessible, humorous, quirky, intriguing, witty, nonfiction, fast paced, family, discrimination, sociatal norms, character centered, compelling, funny, sarcastic, introspective, political, (some strong language, and sex-the author writes a sex column)
3 terms that best describes this book: Adoption, Gay Parents, Humor.
Similar Authors and Works
Non-Fiction:
• Skipping Towards Gomorrah by Dan Savage- The beginning of the journey to find love and acceptance as a Gay man.
• The Commitment by Dan Savage- First comes love, then baby, then Marriage…If it’s legal.
• 21st Century Gay by John Malone Williams- Looks at sexuality in history and the events that have influenced the gay movement.
Fiction:
• Don’t Get Too Comfortable: The Indignities of Coach Class, The Torments of Low Thread Count, The Never- Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems by David Rakoff- The story of a a new U.S. citizen and the trials and tribulations of life in the land of excess.
• When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris- Sarcastic and funny essays about life as a smoker and a homosexual in France.
• Payment In Full by Henry Denker- Rebecca and David, a young Jewish couple, have no children, however when they are the only ones left to raise an eight-year-old African American girl, they decide to form a loving family unit, against society’s mores.

Name: Laura Bartnik

Sunday, November 15, 2009

So what exactly is going on with your sex life, Dad Who Writes?

I’m glad you asked.

Well, since my last rant on the subject we’ve actually had sex several times. Unfortunately, only one of those occasions was in the last two months.

“Once in two months?” I hear you cry, à la Monty Python. “You’re lucky!”

Well, yes – but the problem with trying to move on from a drought of effectively some eighteen months or more is that any kind of a gap now becomes not an intermission between instances of loving coitus due to the exigencies of daily living but the end of everything .

It also builds up unrealistic expectations of what’s going to happen if we ever do get around to it again and that sets up another kind of tension – between having enough sex so that we can’t say we aren’t having any and not having enough to reasonably claim that it’s a meaningful part of our relationship. And that’s before we even get to the bit about what exactly constitutes ‘enough’.

Actually, we both kind of agree on that one – more than we have at the moment. Just like any other married couple really. Except we aren’t actually married and supermum could probably live without, if the choice was sex or crochet.

I suppose we have any number of problems in this area but a fundamental one has to be that we aren’t very good at it and express ourselves through a very limited sexual vocabulary. In fact we talk about it with a very limited vocabulary.  We don’t go any further than “sex”, “it”, “Don’t touch me there” or “Can’t we just do it and stop fiddling about?”

So, as a great believer in the power of books to alleviate just about everything, I embarked on a campaign to expand our vocabulary.  I went through a phase of leaving subtly entitled tomes like “The Sex-Starved Marriage” or “Passionista” or something to do with cupcakes lying around the house in the two or three places where supermum might be guaranteed to pick them up whilst looking for something else. That stopped once dudelet learned to read. In any case, they didn’t do much good. The Cupcake one (I can’t remember the name – it’s somewhere around the house but supermum’s hidden it) contained a ninety page breakdown of the mechanics of oral sex (both kinds) that both of us were too embarrassed to read or own up to having read (okay, I read it. I’m only human. Or male, at any rate, which is almost the same thing).  Then there were the testimonies of ‘sexually empowered women’. Did I mention it was written by sexually empowered women? Supermum reported feeling fifty kinds of inadequate in comparison and I didn’t feel much better. Unfortunately, this particular tome is fairly typical of the genre.

Passionista had a smidgen of some pretty practical advice – I especially liked the idea about hugging and whilst I haven’t asked her, the drought-breaking sex of three months ago was kicked off after supermum just hugged me, fiercely and continuously, for about ten minutes – God it was powerful! But the book still suffers from relentless stories of erotic athleticism and inventiveness that, frankly, aren’t much help if you aren’t that physically comfortable with each other in the first place. The Sex Starved Marriage was even worse, sparing us blow by blow (sorry) instructions but ladling out glutinous homilies about the obvious over and over again. The book’s thesis – marriages without sex kind of starve to death so, like have sex already, people! – is sound enough. But that’s all there is! And the author spins it out for 224 excruciatingly pious pages!

The one book that actually struck a chord last year was, strangely, a library book I got out called Eat Chocolate Naked: And 142 Other Ways to Atract Attention and Spark Romance by Cam Johnson.  Now I’d normally rather pull my fingernails out than be seen pushing this type of text through the library loan desk but last year, you might remember, I was really desperate. And this book, basically a list of 143 fairly silly things to do to spark romance, actually worked. Not all of them were practical – you’d need grandparents for some of them (in a baby sitting sort of way) but they at least got us talking again. I even went so far as to set up a spreadsheet with a random number generator with the idea that we’d try and do one daily (most of them didn’t involve sex – we’re talking attention and romance here).

And it started to work.

Until we all got gastric flu and spent Christmas throwing up and hallucinating. That kind of killed the mood for the next six months (see previous posts – nothing worse than something starting to happen and then stopping dead again).

So what am I going to do about the rut we’ve so easily slipped back into again?

I’ve ordered our own copy. In fact, I think I’ll buy two. And I’ll keep you posted.

And if you’ve got this far, you’ve earned a Nick Cave song. So here’s Grinderman.