More Unfortunate Tattoos

Seriously...

What on earth would you do if you discovered this adorning the backside of someone you'd thought to bed?

The Joys of Company

It's nice to have someone around to talk to.

Fun to share shopping adventures.

Lovely to be able to giggle and laugh over coffee in the morning.

Companionable to have someone with whom you can toss around thoughts and ideas.

Freeing to discuss your relationship without keeping a discreet veil over important parts.

And reassuring, when you sprawl headlong onto the driveway, to know that there's someone who will come out and help you if you call.

Even when you decide that you don't need the help, that you can simply pop the displaced ankle part back and get yourself up (after a few moment of watching the clouds from your supine position on the gravel,) it really is comforting to know the option of assistance is there.

Yep -- Company is The Best.

I just hope I didn't scare mine away for good…

I had fun, 'nilla!  :-D

He Sez...

That the only thing missing from this is my naked ass in the chair…

So he remedied the omission.

:-D

Dissecting the Moonchild, Part Last

OK, this is the last day that the sun is in Cancer, so you're on the home stretch of having to listen to me blather on about my moonchild self!

"Cancerians are tenaciously loyal partners, 

who love unreservedly, giving much and asking little in return."

This sounds so lofty and noble, I almost hesitate to claim that kind of loving as my own.

Yet anyone who's read here for a while will undoubtedly understand why I see truth in this…

as well as in this… (both traits that drove my Dad absolutely crazy, btw.)

So maybe it really does all boil down to this…?

I Have Crops!

          Lo... Behold!

First Picking 2015

Yeah, okay.

Mock me if you will...

But this one tomato is the most bounty I've gotten out of my garden for three summers.

       ("Kill da wabbit, Kill da wabbit…")

(Actually, Bambi was more the problem than Thumper, but there are no good Elmer Fudd songs for tracking deer, so we'll stick with that…)

Anyhow...

You guys keep laughing.

I'll be enjoying my harvest - with a smug smile on my face.  :-D

I am Gardener, hear me roar...

Dissecting the Moonchild, Part Three

"Cancerians have a retentive memory, particularly for emotionally laden events which they can recall in detail for years afterwards."

I don't know that this is *just* Moonchildren - but it definitely is me.

Especially the way this card tells it. 

Because I generally get over the hurt,
   and if I've gotten over the hurt, I will rarely hold a grudge…

but I will NOT forget the argument… 

       or any of the tiny details that a more forebearing personality would let go of.

So I may not still be actively upset about something… but you can pretty much expect to hear about it every once in a while for the rest of eternity, nontheless!  :-D

Further Reflections on pr0n

So this time, he was the one showing me some porn he liked - visual aids to demonstrate a goal he has in mind.

I cannot in all honestly call the clips "a spectacular failure"… they did show me what he wants, and the level of accommodation that we will be shooting for. They were very appropriate as instructional tools... 

But I couldn't give him the kind of, "ooooh, yeah, baby" kind of feedback I think he was hoping for, either, because as erotic titillation, those clips left me cold.

This stuff we do?… is really not compelling for me when viewed outside of the context of an affectionate relationship. I am simply not a "Hi - we just met but let me take my clothes off and scream for you" kind of gal. I don't like things that are too impersonal and I don't like things that are degrading. (Just me -- I fully realize that everyone's mileage will vary here.)

I think this is why I go to stills and gifs for my porn -- I can concentrate on the narrower focal point and my imagination has room to fill in the human interaction that turns distressing into enticing. That way, I can slip mentally into the scene and ride the heat and energy generated.

Videos do not allow you that luxury, however. They're seen through a wider lens, occupying all of the senses and leaving no scratch-disk space for the mental Photoshopping that lets me personalize a scene. There is no entrée into them -- so I am forced to remain on the sidelines, an uncomfortable spectator wearing the faintest grimace of distaste.

That's not a comfortable feeling. Both because, distaste, hello, but also because I'm supposed to like this shit! Why can I not simply watch the porn and get horny? 

It would certainly make BG happy and let me feel like far less of a prudish loser.

But that's just not how it works for me.

The good news, of course, is that even if the porn doesn't turn me on, BG does. 

He has the exact, perfect knack for pressing all the right mental buttons and making our version of the video clip a real-life wonder. So I don't have any problem with real life...

It's just that darned porn stuff.