With my current single-hood, and with the lack of interest in dating, I’m aware that the blog hasn’t been particularly interesting nor will that probably change much any time soon. That’s part of the reason I did a drunken post over the weekend about how much I love eating p*ssy. Just because I’m celibate at the moment doesn’t mean I can’t relive some fun memories.
The thing is, I’m really digging being single right now. I’m not looking around. At all. I even took down the only dating site profile I still had up. Nada. And it’s awesome. It’s given me plenty of time to work on a few things, get my head on straight, and stop worrying about a lot of stupid shit. If I feel like being a lazy ass and sitting around in sweat pants on a Saturday drinking cheap beer there’s no reason why I shouldn’t. Fuck yeah. Or putting up drunken blog posts about going down on women. Why not? Continue reading
In case you couldn’t tell from the somewhat edited title, this is an adult themed post. And I’m more than a little intoxicated a the moment. So:
“The following program contains adult themes and situations, parental discretion is advised.”
Sigh… Wow, I feel so much better now that I’ve gotten that out of the way. Would’t want to taint any innocent minds with my salacious thoughts. Because sex and adult themes are things that need to be carefully controlled and contained in isolated places and never discussed openly. Apparently.
But now that that’s out of the way…
So, I loooove to eat pussy. I just want to say that upfront, out loud, and nice and straight forward. It’s, like, my favorite hobby. Once a woman spreads her legs for me I know how I’m going to be spending the next hour or two. The only limitation really is how long my tongue and jaw can keep going because I love it that much. Continue reading
Over the years I’ve put up a few dozen comics and cartoons on this site. They’re fun, they’re quick, and they amuse me greatly. I’m not a terrific artist by any means, barely a decent cartoonist, but I’ve got a few skills.
And sometimes I use those skills to create covers for the stories I’m writing. It’s a motivational thing, makes it easier to get through the project if I have some vision of what it could look like when I’m done.
A couple weeks ago I mentioned something new I’m doing, an erotica-noir-satire that’s all around dirty, sleazy and fun. I’ve also worked out a draft cover for it and thought I would share my process for creating them. It’s not fast, it’s actually a pretty big pain in the butt, and I’m sure there are easier ways, but this is what works best for me (so far). And this is one of the more straightforward covers I’ve done.
I read an article today that was interesting, it was about how over sensitized some people have become, especially in colleges. Teachers have been fired, Universities embarrassed, and many are still struggling over how to handle it. Essentially, anything can be seen as offensive or uncomfortable to somebody. What’s fine for one student/reader/etc. will be bothersome to another. They’ve talked about making important writings and courses optional because someone might be bothered by it.
There are plenty of examples in the article:
Now, while that seems a little scary and strange, I realized it tied into one of my other theories about how the internet will lead to TEOTWAWKI (The End Of The World As We Know It, for non-survivalist reality tv show types. C’mon, I know you laugh at Doomsday Preppers). I joke about social media and smartphones being signs of the Apocalypse but this is a bit more serious. Continue reading
Rant time, once again.
I’m having a crappy-craptastic day. Being an adult can be really, really frustrating.
First, I’ve been dealing with rental property issues. Again. Every time I think I’m getting a little bit ahead of life’s hurdles something comes out of left field. Less than three months ago I dropped three grand down that particular black hole but the gods weren’t appeased. Maybe another four will do the trick? Sigh, cutting another check. So much for that ticket to go see my kid later this year.
All morning was spent calling different vendors and the managers, because of the time difference I had to get up early and lose a couple hours of work just to talk to them. Continue reading
Last month I mentioned an interesting article I’d read recently. At the time I didn’t feel like going into it so it was just the preface to a Friday Night Music post.
The post I was going to originally do was based on this article, “Why Break Ups Hurt More For Women.”
For those too lazy to read the article, it describes how men and women react differently to break ups. According to the study, women are hurt far more when a relationship ends, then they eventually recover and are generally stronger for the experience. Compared to men, men are hurt less after the break up but never recover, just move on.
Just reading that summary, you should have some idea where I’m going with this. I kind of feel like the article and the study missed something. The title says break ups hurt more for women… but they recover… and are stronger afterwards, men are just kind of a footnote but it says they never get over it. To me, that begs the question how break ups (some study said we average three by our thirties) affect men long term. According to the study women would get stronger and stronger, it seems to follow then that men would get weaker and weaker… which is fascinating in many ways. But they never follow up on that.
Regular readers know that I also moonlight as a writer. I’ve got a couple novel length projects, some shorter stuff, some kids stories. None of them are ‘finished’, they all need some serious editing, but I’m getting better at it.
Anyway, I finished a first draft of a novel last month and I’ve been kind of wishy washy over what I should do next. I’m doing NaNoWriMo again this year, which starts in November. According to the rules we’re supposed to start a new project on the first day and finish the draft by the end of the month, equaling 50K words. I’ve done a couple before, they’re fun.
But the dilemma is, what do I do in the interim? I don’t want to start some serious project that might not be done before NaNo, but I also don’t want to waste the time by not writing. Continue reading
In case you haven’t read the previous post, a reader (newer-ish one) asked me if I was a skinhead, Drunk and Confused. It wasn’t because of anything said on the blog, it was because she found out I have tattoos and a shaved head. I’m not, which pretty much everyone else already knew, but I did a somewhat amusing post about it. However, I didn’t do any illustrations for it. Smittenwithhim pointed this out and, of course, it really needed to happen anyway.
So, in graphic form. Continue reading
I’m somewhat intoxicated but I’ll try to keep my handwriting legible. We’ll see how that goes.
It has come to my attention recently that I have made a glaring error in my blogging, leading some readers to be confused as to who I am. Now, I’m normally a very private person and refuse to share many details about my life, but this air of mystery has left one big question unanswered.
Am I a skinhead?
White power skinheads are members of a white supremacist and antisemitic offshoot of the skinhead subculture. Many of them are affiliated with white nationalist organizations. (Wikipedia)
As usual, the news today pissed me off. Specifically, the Kentucky County Clerk. First, she refused to issue marriage licenses to same sex couples because it went against her religious beliefs. This got her in trouble because that’s illegal since the Supreme Court ruling, and the court ordered her to start issuing them. Now, rather than doing her job, she decided to not issue any at all to try and avoid the ruling.
Really? Are we back in Kindergarten? That’s like the little kid that pouts when you tell her she can’t just eat the chicken nuggets, she has to eat her vegetables too. So, she gets pissy and refuses to eat anything.
The Clerk and her friends are arguing that they are exercising their first amendment rights.
That’s bullshit. Continue reading