Archive | April 17, 2011

Thank you for being you!

Good bass line, great video, and the beautiful and amazing Freddie Mercury singing Breakthru…what more could a girl ask for on a Sunday night?  Maybe a night of great sex followed by eight hours of peaceful sleep?  Nah, that’s too much to ask for.

Since I’ve been so bored I have noticed that I have some quirks.  Everyone has quirks.  You know, those little things that you do for reasons unclear to anyone other than yourself.  You probably know exactly why you do them, but no one else does.

Some of my quirks:

  • I have this thing where I run the hem of my shirt or pants under my fingernails.  I have tons of t-shirts with hems that are so worn that they’ve actually have come apart.  I’m sure it’s caused by either nerves or boredom, maybe both.
  • I rub my ear lobes and ears along the rim with my pointer and middle fingers.  I prefer it that my ears be cool or cold to the touch when I do this.  This is definitely a thing that I do when I’m nervous or anxious.  I could never play poker.
  • My cigarette case is pink and I always use my pink Bic lighter to light my cigarettes.  I will dig through the drawer just to find the pink one and not use any other lighter.  There is one exception, I have a small purple Bic lighter case with a lighter in it.  The lighter inside is navy blue, but I only see the purple case.  That is my backup lighter.  I’m not sure why I must have the pink case and lighter.  Maybe that one is because I’m a little OCD when it comes to matching accessories, and my cigarette case is and accessory.
  • I always have my cigarettes in a case of some sort.  I use the pink one now and have for four years.  It’s harder than you think to find pink cigarette cases.  Before the pink case I had a black leather one that I used for almost eight years.  I do this because my grandmother always had hers in a case.  I’m not sure if it was to hide the brand she smoked or what, but to me it made her seem classier.  She was already a classy woman, but this was like the cherry on top to me.
  • As I look around my desk and office I see pink everywhere.  This is not because pink is my favorite color.  My favorite color is violet. 🙂  If I could, I’d live a purple palace by the sea.  Maybe when I get my motor home I’ll have it painted purple.  People always give me pink stuff, probably because I love Hello Kitty stuff and most of it has pink in it.  That and I’m kind of girly I guess.  I even have pink cowboy boots and a pink leather belt with a huge silver belt buckle.  That was my one attempt at being a cowgirl.  That’s definitely my sister’s department though.  She’s the real deal.
  • I hate not having my nails painted.  It drives me crazy and I paint them at least once a week.  I also hate when they start chipping.  I immediately have to at least remove the chipping polish.  This is another thing I think I picked up from my classy grandmother.  She always had long beautifully painted nails, and she did them herself.  I remember dozens of bottles of Revlon polish in her bathroom.  I have quite a collection myself.
  • Not having my legs shaved when I want to have sex.  I hate that.  I believe you should always be ready, even when expecting to never have sex again.  You just never know.  It’s like when your mom told you to wear clean underwear just in case you were in an accident.  Listen to your momma! 🙂
  • Making the bed.  Even today, after shitty sex and just wanting to sleep the month away, I still had to get up and make the bed.  My mother was not a stickler for having my bed made so I have no idea how that one started.

Love & Sex Q&A #90


Love & SexIf after medical checkups you found you tested negative for exposure to AIDS and your partner tested positive, what would you do?  Assume that the transfusion was probably from a blood transfusion?

Ok, we’re going to change this up a little to make it a more realistic question.  Take out the part about it being from a blood transfusion.  These days it’s much more likely that you could have contracted HIV through unprotected sex.  That being said, and changed, I would assume that my partner had cheated.  Now I know that it can take months or years for people to find out they have HIV, but I’m talking about long-term relationships, not one-month old relationships.  If that were the case then they could have contracted it from someone they were with before me.

After finding out that my partner tested positive and if somehow we got past the cheating part, then I’m not sure what I would do.  Do I take my chances and still have sex, safe sex of course, with my partner?  Do my partner and I just never have sex again?  I don’t think I could live without sex.  It’s one of life’s greatest pleasures and a physical need for me.  Just look at me lately.  I’m a freaking basket case without good sex.  I cut all my hair off for goodness sakes!  I didn’t pull a Brittany and shave it all off, but I did cut about ten inches off.  I came really close, clippers in hand, to just shaving it all off.

I thought last night that I was going to get some good sex, then Skaterboi had to go and ruin it by repeatedly telling me that he wanted to cum in my mouth and then asking if he could.  I kept saying no, over and over again and telling him to just fuck me.  If only deafness were a valid excuse for him, but it’s not and I’m sick of doing everything his way.

Again, I’ve veered from the topic at hand.  These questions are great at getting me to contemplate tough situations, and some situations that I’ve been through already and how they’ve affected me.  I love this little book.