Wife abusing husband, Son Witnessing - IndiaTV

Purushottam Mahajan was physically and mentally abused by his wife, he has videotapes of about 60 days of abuse, many men do not even have this evidence, some of them suicide!. The Police has not yet taken action on Purushottam’s complaint against spousal-abuse, even after 2 years of his complaint to various police and other authorities.

Indian Men are leading a troubled and stressed-out life and as per National Crime Records Bureau, almost 75000 men committed suicide in 2006. This is almost 80% more than women who have committed suicide (app. 42000). The age-wise break up is as follows:

Table : Suicide Statistics Year 2006
AGE                          MEN                         WOMEN                 TOTAL                  %   MORE MEN
14 or less                    1194                                 1270                         2464                                  - 6 %
15 - 29                      22757                               19459                    422161                                    7 %
30-44                        27809                              12890                      40699                                116 %
45-59                         17345                                 6261                      23606                                177 %
60 or more                6597                                 2530                         9127                                161 %

TOTAL                 75702                              42410                     118112                                  79 %

Source: NCRB Data of 2006 (www.ncrb.nic.in)

 

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Can we really promise someone forever?

Debates and deep thinking always gets me going.  Last night over a yummy-tablous miso and noodle soup that I whipped up, a girl friend and I debated ‘forever’.  She was shocked when I said that I can’t promise TJ my forever.  Her eyes darted back and forth, looking at our new apartment, puzzled.  I can promise to love him forever, but I can’t promise to be with him forever.  Flabbergasted, she pondered why I would ever get married.  Say vows like, “till death due us part.”  Can we promise someone forever? Honestly?

I sit in the “no” camp.  I can’t promise anything in my life (meaning long term).  I’ve learned that.  Life shocks me all the time.  I also have learned never to say “never”.  Kinda the same thing. I was never going to be a vegan- but I am one now.  I never thought I would cheat on someone- I did that too.  I never would have went out with someone significantly younger than me- TJ is 6.5 years my junior.  I never thought I would be with a girl- oops, did that too.  You get my point, right? I never thought I would do a lot of things.  Life changes.  So do I.  Lies?  Not really,  just reality. 

We never know where life is going to take us.  I want to be with TJ forever.  We will get married.  I will fight and work for our relationships through thick and thin.  I want him to be my forever, but I can’t promise that.  Just like I can’t promise to grow old with him.  A bus just might run me over tomorrow.  Though again, I prefer for that not to happen.  I would like to choose TJ to be my forever.  Still I never know what curve balls life might throw me (I think Mrs. Tiger Woods is sitting on my side of the fence right now too!). 

Remember, there’s a time when you have to bow out.  Whether it be affairs, love fading, growing apart, or just a stupid decision.  I pray this doesn’t happen for TJ and I, but no one wants it to happen to them.  Even the gorgeous Mrs. Woods who ”has it all”.   Come on, we’re not living in the 50’s anymore.  I’m living in reality! 

Life is full of todays.  Presents.  Nows.  I can love TJ today.  I can eat healthy today.  I can love my job today.  I appreciate my normal family.  I can be proud of my friends.  I hope these things don’t change.  Yet I can’t promise anything.  Life can’t promise ME anything.  I try not to say “never”.  Forever is long time too.  I hope to be with TJ until my last dying breath. I’ll love TJ forever.  That I know.  As for today, he is my forever.  That’s all I can promise.  Today.

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Fucking A!!

I got featured on Fleshbot again.  :D  The first time this blog in particular was featured on the Sex Blog Roundup byt the lovely Always Aroused Girl.  Gracias!!

So, in the spirit of sex blogging, I’m going to blog about sex.  It’ll be a nice change, eh?

I was coming home from work the other night, not particularly in the mood for anything other than a nice long snooze.  Master was laying in bed, nose deep in the Sookie Stackhouse series of e-books, when I crawled into bed.  We spoke of our nights for a bit before Master glanced over at me.

Apparently the Sookie Stackhouse series reads like softcore porn.  Master was…aroused, in a passive sense.  But of course once I walked in  the door, with my curves and female bits that he loves so much, passive throttled into active.  With a massive cheeky grin, he began to grope me, his hands kneading my tits, his erection pressing hard into my hips, his throaty chuckle in my ear.  I, on the other hand, was trying to find a way out of this.  I was so tired, and he wanted sex, and I was tired, but he wanted sex…and every couple knows what I’m talking about.  Master, however, wasn’t having this, , having flipped me onto my stomach and climbed on top of me, pinning my little body to the bed with every ounce of his 240lb frame, which is more than twice my own weight.  His hands snaked across my body while I squirmed.  Somewhere during this my pj pants were pushed down so he could push his hard-on into my butt cheeks.  At one point he began nibbling, licking, and sucking my ears.  I SQUEALED because it drives me BATSHIT when he licks/bites/sucks my ears.  It drives me crazy in a ‘omfggahnodon’teek!” kind of way, but my protests come out as squeals and giggles because it TICKLES.

This…displeased him.

He sat up, paused, then raised a hand, which promptly came crashing down, HARD, on my ass.  And so it did for a good twenty or so smacks.  Mat has this AMAZING ability to hit the exact. same. spot. with his hands.  It’s quite simply amazing and I’m sure his accuracy would astound scientists.  I screeched and howled and tried to get away to no avail, because he had my lower half pinned down.  I thrashed in pain while he continued to make his displeasure known.  He told me he was NOT satisfied by how I dismissed his advances.  At all.  And so he was going to punish me for it.  And he did.

When it was finished, I laid down while my ass smarted (and contemplated whether or not to invoke some more beatings out of him, as the beating I had just received was pretty hot, in hind sight.)  A little while later…I decided to do penance.  I stripped out of my clothes and (I think it was at his request) I became to give him a blowjob.  After a bit of that, he told me to attempt to finish him.  Mat doesn’t come easily from blowjobs.  It’s a hell of a lot of work on my part, because he requires more friction than my mouth can do for him, but Master commandeth.  And so I did.  I sucked, licked, rubbed, and made him come, and I swallowed every bit like I always do (not one to spit).  I squeezed the last bit out and licked it up.  Master smiled, and said I had done fantastic.

I was pleased.  :)  Sleep followed shortly thereafter.

It’s the weekend though.  Master said he would take me to Target tomorrow for some things i need, like a filter for the humidifier since the air is SO dry.  And a new cookie sheet, since my raised-side sheet warped like a bitch.  I’m also planning on cleaning the house this weekend and putting up decorations, along with Christmas lights.  It doesn’t feel like December to me.  We need snow.

I also have another entry coming about some crazy issues I experience a couple nights ago.  It sucked.  :/

But yes, this was my night the other night.  :D

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Should you use porn as a marital aid to enhance sex?

I saw an Oprah Winfrey show sometime last month that was about the growing number of women who are consumers of pornography. The show’s guests were normal women who use porn, plus an interview with famous porn star Jenna Jamison.

The general consensus of the guests was that they enjoy viewing porn and erotica, and that it did enhance their sexual activity.

Jamison’s contribution to the show was to talk about her career as a porn film star, and how she has stepped away from being on camera now since she has married and given birth to two babies. She’s still very proud of her film career, but now wonders if she will be accepted by other mothers…and how she will explain her career to her sons when they are old enough to ask.

Seems that, no matter who you are, your past can rear its head and affect your future.

It seems to me that if porn is being used by a couple together to create sexual arousal, it’s OK. If a couple views porn and attempt to mimic the behavior seen, OK. Even if a person is using porn for personal arousal, OK.

My title question used the word “should.” I don’t recommend that any couple SHOULD use porn. I just think that it can work if you both like it. I think that using a text reference such as the Kama Sutra can be just as effective if you want to spice up bedroom activity.

But, what you do in your bedroom is no one’s business but you and your lady.

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This One is For You, House

So I would have never guessed that my cat was interested in eating brownies if I hadn’t walked in on him on the kitchen counter standing over the brownie batch. Despite trying to prove his innocence by giving me the “mom, I swear I didn’t jump up here and eat these” look, I knew he was guilty, mainly because of the little brown crumbs all over his mouth and whiskers. He never asked for any milk with his dessert, however, he did help himself to my glass of non-fat when I turned away from it for a minute. I put my foot down when he tried to steal my humus.  He just has no shame, that little guy. What a character.

I will say though, it was pretty funny when he tried to jump from the sink to the toilet with wet paws. He fell flat on his belly on the bathroom floor. That’s what you get when you play in the sink! A word to the wise.

In people news: I still have  a senior citizen on a mission to find a loaded man for me. I’m not a gold digger, but I’m so sick of these little boys who don’t know how to treat a woman. No, I don’t want you to just text me after 10 for sex and think that is an acceptable form of intimate interaction after college graduation. Grow up, grow some balls, and stop being so scared of girls. Not saying I want you to marry me, but I don’t want to just be your call at the end of the night. Let’s bring respect back.

It was brought to my attention tonight that I sneeze like a ninja.

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Jonathan Littell Wins Bad Sex Award

Jonathan Littell, who won France’s prestigious Prix Goncourt in 2006 for “The Kindly Ones,” has picked up another prize for the same work — the Literary Review Bad Sex in Fiction Award.

The annual prize was contested this year by literary heavyweights Philip Roth for “The Humbling,” John Banville for “The Infinites” and Paul Theroux for “A Dead Hand.”

The judges praised what they called Littell’s “ambitious and impressive” novel, which was originally published in French.

“It is in part a work of genius,” they said.

“However, a mythologically inspired passage and lines such as ‘I came suddenly, a jolt that emptied my head like a spoon scraping the inside of a soft-boiled egg’ clinched the award for The Kindly Ones.

“We hope he takes it in good humor.”

Littell was not expected to attend the prize ceremony in London.

The award was established by Auberon Waugh in 1993. It is designed to draw attention to the “crude, tasteless, and often perfunctory use of redundant passages of sexual description in contemporary novels, and to discourage it.”

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to fall in love with an air sign

throw all caution to the wind.  be ready to fall hard, because as a water sign, you will.  good news is, you’ll fall right back into your own depths, taking some welcomed air pockets with you.  they’ll tickle you for a little while as you fall asleep, painting smiles on your face, begging you to remember what it was like up in the clouds before they got so heavy they just let you go.

to fall in love with an air sign, know their heat follows only the wind.  you, however, once warmed, will stay so for weeks.  when you both find yourselves hot, the fog you make will be so thick that no ship, no man, not even god himself can see you through it.  till the wind blows you will be the only two beings on this earth.  till the wind blows you will dance dances you never learned as if you knew them from birth.  till the wind blows your heart will skip seventeen beats at a time.   till the wind blows you will forget that you already know what happens next.

when the wind blows, she’ll sometimes sneak flirted glances down at you, and your gaze will be ready, waiting to adore her the same way you always have.

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