Zoe ,'Serenity'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yeah Bonny is awesome. And I also got a book - not for Christmas. just magically appeared on a shelf they knew I'd check.
(actually in the collection of complete Plays of G.B. Shaw, which I was in the habit of reading and re-reading. Huh, that may have been an unusual place to slip in the sex ed.
Meara'ing and kinda very hating bonny's father as I type. I'm not used to be so blunt and direct with the hating of people I don't even know, but when people hurt my friends... I tend to go protective, even if retroactively. And what everyone here said, bonny. You're a good, amazing human being. And, one of the reasons I want recton pills available for is just for stuff like that. No human should live with those memories and the feelings they tend to induce.
I think that it's a lot better than "not bad." I think you rock.
Thirded.
And now...
And Shir ... maybe you could share the Scary Sex Toy Friday links with people. If nothing else, it might shut them up.
I'm all for shutting people up, but I'm scared that could only bring them back with More Questions. shudders
The video included a diagram of the female reproductive system made out of pancakes
I can't even begin to fathom...
the pancake batter in the pan seemed like the convenient way to make a diagram.
So, after you learn the facts of life the ceremony sealed in a symbolic act of cannibalism? Nice movie.
My good news this morning: [link]
Hallelujah, Hagee!
I'm always amazed that people want to film themselves having sex. It's like, "Really? How are you ever going to want to have sex after seeing that?" ZERO desire to see myself having sex. None. You have to be pretty undignified to have good sex, and I would be just like ZOMG, noooo! TURN IT OFF.
My amazement comes from the fact that if there is a movie, various stories taught me it was bound to be found out in the least appropriate time and place and/or to be used as a mean of extortion. Yeah, don't wanna.
Following the advice Shir gave me that is my tagline...I finally called the gal who gave me her phone number at the baby shower. I used the excuse I forgot her name, and thus couldn't look it up easily in my phone (yes, she entered her name and number in my iPhone). Since D gave birth to said baby of honor from the shower, I thought it a good way to try and reconnect. Went to voicemail. Left a message. Yes, I am blushing. I am *SO* not a player!
Yay, love! I'm so glad you did it. And you're braver than me - I hate voicemails. I like, have to practice in advance if it goes to voicemail to sound coherent and shit.
And again, more brackets to bonny. People are... Sigh. I'm not even gonna finish this sentence.
I like, have to practice in advance if it goes to voicemail to sound coherent and shit.Yeah, I'm worried I didn't sound coherent and shit. We shall see if I get a call back. Hopefully she won't wait as long as it took me to call her.
I always miss the best conversations here by being asleep.
My mum gave me a series of Talks. With a book. It was a once-a-week thing for a while. I think I found it interesting. Then I didn't sleep with anyone for at least ten years after those Talks, but still. Very open-minded parents. (When I came out, my dad's biggest worry was "What shall I call you? Gay? Lesbian?" I said "I like 'Naomi', personally.")
omnis! Good seizing of the day.
The Girl just disconnected our fire alarm because it's been beeping for the past three days. It's still beeping. She just became Phoebe from Friends. "HOW CAN YOU STILL BE BEEPING?!"
Forgot to share. Last week I signed up for the bloodmobile. OK, so it took a bribe of free passes to an Angels game to get me to do it. But the point is, I signed up for it. Tomorrow morning around 11am board time. Now, let's hope I get a good phlebotomist who can jab me and draw on the first try. Y'all are the ones who inspired me!
bonny is one of my favorite peoples.
Couldn't sleep, decided to catch up in Bitches.
My 7th grade bio teacher gave us a sex talk, which we mocked mercilessly. And so my karma made me a sex ed teacher in Peace Corps. Got to teach way more than I would here in NC. In each of my classes I booted my co-teachers at the end of the unit to have an anonymous question session. Wish I'd kept some of the questions, they were pretty priceless.
Okay, going to try and get back to sleep for a bit.
O_A, rest easy, the phlebotomists who staff blood drives could tap your veins with their eyes closed. It's what they do all day, every day, totally the best folks to be poked by. Not like a doctor who has only practiced on oranges, garden hoses, and cavaders.
(((bonny))), thank you for posting that.
Good luck, omnis!
Tomorrow I'm gonna get a new bed. After close to 9 years with the Bed for Spartan Warriors (my own fault - I didn't think I'll spend that much time in it), I might get something more comfortable. Yay potential comfortable sleep!
Also, I don't remember any Talk, but I knew how babies come to the world (I probably was given it around 3, because my mom told me I came to her around that age and ask from her and my dad for a sibling). I just didn't link between that and teh sex whatsoever, until adolescence. I remember a sex ed/health class in school in the 6th grade, for boys and girls. The only thing I can remember from it was that the school nurse was giving it, and that she showed us how there are so many nick names to the genitalia, but not one to the uterus (at least, in Hebrew). Then she asked us why do we think there aren't any nick names to that organ. Good class.
Best abstaining ad I got, however, was childbirth documentaries and shows. Which my mom is obsessed with. I turned to her after 5 minutes of screaming from the screen and told her that if she keeps watching these while I'm in the living room, she can forget all about grandchildren. To her "but it's beautiful!", I replied with "she's in pain. And there's too much zoom in, for the love of God".
I don't know exactly if that brought me to my current opinion, but I still plan not to give birth. If and when I'll become a parent, if I'll still live in an urban society, I'd rather adopt.
To her "but it's beautiful!", I replied with "she's in pain. And there's too much zoom in, for the love of God".
The pain is kind of par for the course, but from our experience I think the amount of close-up camera work is optional.