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A Little Appreciation, Long Overdue Saturday. 10.27.07 5:53 pm Ladies and Gentlemen: I am in love. I am in love with my vulva. If that word makes you uncomfortable, you should probably stop reading now, because there's no going back from here. I want out onto my balcony right now and scream it. I'm absolutely, unapologetically in love with my snatch/cunt/beaver/pussy/box/vajayjay/coochie/twat/etc. Let's see how many parental filters block me now. Maybe this seems a little strange to you, but in a way, what could be more natural? The most hidden, private, sensual part of a woman's body, and also one of the most utilitarian. It's like a freakin' Swiss Army knife. And it's all mine. I can't believe I never took the time to consider it before. Ladies, take a minute to appreciate what you've got. See if I'm not right. Comment! (2) | Recommend! Oh the awkwardness Friday. 10.26.07 12:43 pm I want to tell you everything. Yes you, the perfect stranger reading this. I thrive on disclosure. I want to tell you everything. Even if you don't actually exist. You're real enough to me. I want to tell you everything, but I can't. Because I am also very private, and I can't afford to be judged. I can't afford to be judged by people, or should I say, a person. I mistakenly allowed my sanctuary to be violated, and now I feel like I have a sock stuck down my throat. I can't be honest with you, or better, through you, because I'm not ready to be honest with this person. If I could effectively block non-members from this blog, I would. And once again, I would open myself up to you. I want to tell you everything. Mom, if you are reading this, please finish this entry, then stop. I need this. I love you, and I need a shelter, and you cannot be that shelter for me. I love you. So much. But I can't talk to you. I have never been able to talk to you. I am trying to talk to you now. I love you. If you try to talk to me about this later, I will be too afraid talk to you again. I will flee from you. I am being honest here, because I am always honest here. But this is as honest as it will get between you and me. Respect me as the independent adult I am. Respect me, and I will try to trust you better. Please don't come back to this site. Comment! (1) | Recommend! Turkish Delight Sunday. 10.21.07 3:20 pm Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected. If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it. Comment! (0) | Recommend! MySpace Date Friday. 10.19.07 1:45 am This evening, I went out with a guy from MySpace. We went out to a Turkish restaurant, then hung out at Starbucks for a couple of hours. We have a lot of common interests, so it wasn't awkward at all, despite having never met each other before. I had a good time, up until the very end of the evening, at which point I found out why you do not go on dates with guys from MySpace. I should have learned this lesson from watching "Four Eyed Monsters," but no. Anyway, this guy drives me home, I give him directions back to the freeway, and try to hop out of the car fast enough to avoid kissing him. No such luck. So after a minute or so of very poor kissing, I bolt. I haven't decided yet if this guy is worth training, or if I should just drop it now. eh, time for bed. Comment! (3) | Recommend! Cats in War Tuesday. 10.16.07 6:48 pm I found this article to be an amusing and unique perspective on the war in Iraq. Let me know what you think. Comment! (1) | Recommend! Someones_Side-Dish Monday. 10.8.07 1:10 am I was beginning to think I wasn't going to see Matt again. We hadn't been alone together since my protest against phone fights, and I hadn't heard from him in over a week. But last night, just as I was going to sleep, he called me, not once, but five times in a row, until I got out of bed. He asked if I wanted to go to church with him the next day, then if I wanted to go get something to eat with him, since he'd been stood up by a group of his co-workers. Of course, I knew this overture meant his girlfriend was out of town. If she was around, he wouldn't have any use for me. I don't harbor any delusions about our "friendship." My justification for hanging out is that he did still have my shot glasses, silicone automotive lubricant, and feng shui books. We got some Wendy's, watched some movies, and managed to avoid all forms of physical contact, despite sleeping in the same bed. We spent the morning lounging around his apartment, watching more movies, and observing the colorful inhabitants of Chinatown, before going to Croatia Fest at Seattle Center. That was totally amazing, BTW. Pictures to come, I hope. After church, he dropped me off without so much as a "see you soon" and sped home to the g/f, who will never know about any of this. At least, if I were his mistress, I'd be getting sex out of the deal. Comment! (4) | Recommend! Page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22