• Experience,  Opinion

    I’d be a gum drop

    1. I struggle with _____ . A lot of things. Parenting. Work/life balance. Self-image. My libido and hormone balance. My weight and health. 2. What do men like to talk about? In my experience…the same thing everyone else likes to talk about: what the know, what they love, what they want…work, family, sex, hobbies & interests. 3. Do you eat food samples in grocery stores (consider pre-covid times)? I used to do this quite a bit in Costco, and I still will if I’m truly interested in the product. 4. What don’t you have figured out? I’m not sure I have anything completely figured out, actually…if I’m honest. 5. What…

  • Experience

    How I knew I was kinky…

    Well, first of all, I’m not positive I’d label myself “kinky,” but then, in the grand scheme, if I were to measure myself against the sexual proclivities of others, I likely am. So here goes.   The First Taste of Pain When I was somewhere around 17, I had a boyfriend with that skinny, doped out rocker look. He was what I would describe as being “ugly cute”…some combination of Steven Tyler and Keith Richards…with a little Rod Stewart to slow things down. But something about him drew me in. He wasn’t at all the “manly” type. He was thin and tall and soft spoken. We smoked a lot of…

  • Fiction,  Flash Fiction Friday,  microfiction

    Hey, Cowboy…

    “That’s the one who got away?” “Yes. I used to call him my muse. Used to make him stand naked next to my writing desk to keep me amused when I was having trouble focusing. Not to say that his presence really helped me concentrate, but when I was mulling an idea or trying to think something through, I’d reach over and fuck with his dick…tickle his balls…suck him off until he could barely stand…until his thighs were twitching. I’d edge him for hours while I worked on a story. It seemed the longer I dragged it out or the more I teased, the easier the ideas flowed. And once I had…

  • Experience

    Showing Up

    This is one of those quotes I come back to and consider in various capacities of my life.   It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again… who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.   The…

  • Photography

    Uncomfortable

    I share a lot of images of myself on this site. But, it often makes me uncomfortable to really show myself as I am. The lumps and bumps. The saggy mom-tummy. The gravitational pull on my breasts. The stretch marks. The cellulite. The rolls. The extra skin. In fact…all the “extra” that I wish wasn’t there. But…it is. And, every once in a great while, I share that truth in the images I post. Today is one of those days. Be kind. I’m reminding myself to do that, as well.  

  • Experience

    Not measuring up…

    I’ll warn you now, this is really just a boring self-accountability post. Nothing sexy here. Just thinking on the page. It won’t hurt my feelings if you duck out now. In fact, I won’t even notice. Last week’s review/preview was titled “The inevitable slowdown,” and this week, I find myself feeling like I’m simply not measuring up. So, I spent a few hours reflecting on what is working and what isn’t working in my life right now.   “To understand is to perceive patterns.” Isaiah Berlin   In the course of my reflection, I realized that breaks set me up for unrealistic expectations. For example, over my winter holiday, I…

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Flash Fiction Friday #20

    (free image/source: wallpaperaccess.com) Prompt 18: The Muse  Or just use this intriguing image to get yourself started. There are so many stories to be told here. The rest of January’s prompts can be found on the main FFF page. Go here to read the rules (because, yes…there are just a few etiquette expectations). Then write up your story (no more than 500 words) and share it here (link up to other memes that may fit your writing, as well). Afterward, be sure to read the other entries and comment as the mood strikes. NOTE: It’s perfectly okay to NOT follow the prompt/challenge. If you want to go your own way…

  • Blogging & Writing,  Experience

    Yes and No

    “In the degree that we remember and retell our stories and create new ones, we become the authors, the authorities, of our own lives.” – Sam Keen     I think about the purpose of writing quite often. To communicate, to document, to keep track. Those are the obvious ones. When I wrote my masters thesis, a large part of my focus was “writing to learn.” That is often what I think journaling is all about…or at least what I believe it should be about. Not just documenting what happens, but digging. Writing until we uncover. Processing things as we go. Finding out what we think by writing our way there.…

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