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Positively Speechless

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All I have to say...

Is that I'm pretty sure I have a new neighbor. I'm pretty sure they're quite redneck. I'm also pretty sure I'm going to have a lot of fun making a lot of fun noises. Nothing says 'Welcome to the building.' quite like kinky sex noises.

My poor neighbors.

Overcoming Catholicism

Now coming from a strongly Irish-Italian family there were always two constants in my childhood- lots of cousins and church. Any kinky person is well aware of where they stand in the eyes of the devout Catholics (that would be either in the second or seventh circle of hell depending on how you interpret violence against God, nature, art, etc.) and I was told from a very young age that sex and sexuality were for married people only, any interest of mine was off limits until I had husband supervision and approval from the Pope.

You would think after hundreds of years of sexually repressed Catholic teenagers getting drugged up, drunk, and knocked up (usually in the same night) that someone would have had the bright idea that maybe this abstinence thing just isn't natural. Nothing burns my toast more than someone insisting that you have to save yourself until marriage because it's important to enter into matrimony as a pure naive person, clean in all things spiritual, mental, and emotional.

Let's be real.

Arguably most romantic relationships nowadays are sexual in nature and not only is a sexual connection with your partner essential to sustain a happy relationship, being on the same page sexually is also a huge plus. In my opinion, a lack of sexual connection or communication is a valid deal breaker. I can't sustain a relationship without having my sexual needs met and I don't expect the other person to put up with it either. I like knowing my parter's (or potential partner's) likes and dislikes up front because it takes out a lot of the guesswork. I enjoy having the option of taking someone out for a test drive to see if we're compatible. I don't like the idea of having one shot at choosing a life-long partner before I even know what I enjoy, let alone what they might enjoy.

Now granted, you can point to happy couples who have been together for decades and have made their marriage work even after they came into it being virginal and essentially naive, but what people don't point to is the sacrifices that they have had to make to sustain that relationship, or the many other failed marriages that came because people only matched on the surface and later on realized they didn't fit together at all.

Abstinence doesn't work folks.

Education has the distinct benefit of being all-inclusive and multi-leveled. You can determine your own level of involvement while still learning about what's out there. If someone chooses to abstain but still educate themselves then that's an informed personal choice, not simply the only choice that was presented to them. On the opposite side if someone chooses to be sexually active after being educated on safe-sex practices then that's an informed personal choice that is still healthy and responsible.

It took me years to be okay with the fact that I'm a sexual being, it took me years to overcome the idea that what I feel is normal and natural, and that the idea of abstinence was the real perversity. It will also take me many more years to be able to tell my mother exactly what my philosophies are on sex and relationships (I don't particularly enjoy having things thrown at me) and even that might never happen.

Maybe this post is a little disorganized, but if you have to really read any part of this message, here it is: abstinence doesn't work. Tell everyone, anyone who will listen, because the only way education spreads is if people share what they know.

Until next time...

Put down that breadstick mister or it's going in your ass...

So today was rough.

Almost two weeks on this diet and I feel like crawling the walls. I guess it struck me that I can either be miserable and not enjoy the food that I really like, or I can basically be a ticking time bomb and wind up like my father.

Now granted, I won't be on this particular diet forever (I better not be, or I'm holding up a bread store) but there are still some major changes to be made that would have to be permanent. Like no more Rice Krispies! Apparently they have a glycemic index of 50, which is completely and utterly depressing on so many levels. Oh, and no more stuff like white rice, white bread, seeing the pattern? It'll be all hippie crunchy granola from here on out, which is a bit depressing.

On a happier note: Winter Fire is about three and a half months away. I'll be there come hell or high water. I need a good beating. I also need to move to a city, to get more therapy, ya know. Not to mention that beating on people is equally cathartic. Just saying.

Until next time...

Maso-Christ just hit me already

So I've pretty much nailed down why I'm so masochistic, it's pretty much the only way I can completely destress and relax. I have a compulsion for picking at mosquito bites and such, and it's always worst when I'm stressed. Why do I have this compulsion, you may wonder? I like the little bit of pain.

That's pretty much what it is. It's my yoga.

Now as for my sadistic side...

I'm still not quite sure how to explain that, but it sure is fun.

Fine...

Here's just one picture.

My boob- Courtesy of Alexander

More later, of course.

I know...

I promised more about the adult arts and crafts time.

Call it sadism, but you'll just have to wait a bit longer.

Getting naked and jumping into bed and curling up under the blankets just sounds so much better right now.

Penny on the Track

I need to get my shit together. I have a building laundry list of things to do (but laundry isn't on the list) and I'm not accomplishing anything. Just coasting. Amazing how one tiny little thing can derail your whole life.

Tired?

No, exhausted.