Black Friday


Okay, I’m still on break but some stories just need to be written down (I’m still grumpy but getting laid helps).

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I hate consumerism, I hate shopping, I hate big crowds of people, so Black Friday is the worst day of the year for me.  Most years I make an effort to not even step outside that day; it’s like a tornado, I just hide in my apartment and wait for it to pass.  However, the crazy store hours came in awfully handy this week.

Since Stephanie I’d done zero playing, dating, looking.  Nothing.  For months.  I’m still not up for anything serious mentally or physically, and I’m still moving sometime next year, but the last couple weeks I’ve been running a lot more to get ready for a race… and running really pumps up the libido.  While I might not be up for dating, I was definitely up for some f***ing. Continue reading

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A One Sided Debate


Since it seems Curiosetta is unwilling to participate in a discussion, I guess I’ll just post my rebuttal.

First, I’d like to just take a moment and explain why the comments that sparked all this pissed me off so much.  There are some crazy people with extreme views that go around and snipe at people online, usually hiding behind anonymity.  Those trolls are annoying but most readers can look at those comments and see that they’re just crazy and extreme and disregard them.  Those types of trolls don’t bother me, they’re more sad than anything else.

No, the people that bug me are the ones with extreme views that are smart enough to incorporate legitimate issues with bullshit misinformation or ridiculousness.  These people piss me off because when you question them they fall back on the nugget of legitimacy.

I’ll give you an fake example.  “Texting and driving is extremely dangerous.  Only uneducated idiots from Colorado text and drive.”

If someone argues against the inflammatory (and stupid) ‘uneducated idiots from Colorado’ part, the original commentor can pull out stats about how dangerous texting and driving is and obviously anyone who disagrees with them is pro-death.  They’re essentially relying on one part of their argument being close to inarguable to lend legitimacy to their whole statement. Continue reading

Invitation to discuss Manliness


Yesterday I read a good post from Scott K on the blog Atheists on Fishing, Let’s Talk About Manliness pt 1.   In one part he wrote about how there are groups of Men’s Rights Activists (MRA or meninists) that troll the internet preaching borderline anti-feminist (I’m being polite here) comments, memes, and stories.  I’ve seen some of those myself and have next to no respect for them.

Overall, it’s a good post and I’d recommend giving it a read.

Anyway, I ended up in a back and forth with one of the people who commented, Curiosetta.  Rather than go back and forth on a third party’s blog, and since Curiosetta does not have a blog (at least not a public one that I can find), I offered to have a chat here.  I was traveling but I’m back and have a weekend to spend going on and on about those tricky, hard to reach, big important questions about life

So, Curiosetta, here is the soapbox.  Mi casa es su casa.  Hop on and get wild, let us all know what you think.  What are your opinions, ideas, what are your proposals?  And maybe you can start by telling us a little about yourself?

Observed first date


So, I’m at the coffee shop where I normally go to write and I find myself distracted by the patrons.  This shop is never busy, that’s why I come here.  Today, there are two people in particular drawing my attention.

Have you ever seen a couple that are obviously on their first date?  Yeah…

This particular couple irritates me. I really want to walk up to this chick, shake her, and tell her to go home and lose his number.

I’ve mentioned to you readers a few times that I’m pretty good at reading people and situations, and what I see this afternoon is so irksome that it’s distracting me. Continue reading

A Fun Reminder


I haven’t talked about Jenn in a long, long time.  You probably don’t don’t even remember the last time I wrote about her, I know I don’t.

I met Jenn back in 2008.  I was going through a rough patch, Cat and I had just opened up our marriage and I was separated from our daughter.  Work had just moved me to the other side of the country, I didn’t know anyone so I put up a w4m CL ad for a pen pal.  It was mostly a joke, I didn’t think I’d get any good responses.  In the ad I mentioned that I’d prefer to message with an attractive woman because that would be good for my ego.  Maybe because it was written in a joking manner there were actually quite a few responses.  Jenn’s was the best.

Things started out entirely platonic, we chatted about relationships, life, and a bit about everything.  She was smart, funny, and a great pen pal.  The reason she’d responded to the ad was because she was new to the area too, she’d just moved there to be with her long term girlfriend.  And she was hot. Continue reading

Anniversaries


I don’t completely remember the train of thought, maybe it was the post looking back at 2014, but I realized something interesting today, last year was the first since the divorce that I didn’t remember my wedding anniversary.  I’ve been divorced for over three years but that date was such a big deal for so long that it was second nature.

It’s ironic, I know, for a guy but I never forgot an anniversary or Cat’s birthday, even when things weren’t going well with her.  I’m terrible, terrible with dates I should remember, I know this, so when we got married I made a serious effort to drill the numbers into my brain.  I came up with little rhymes so they were easier to recall, I used every trick I could think of and it worked, I never missed one.  There was even a debate a few years in as to our exact anniversary, she was actually a day off and it became a running joke every year.  “Are you sure it isn’t tomorrow?”

Nine months after our divorce, six months after Cat got remarried, our old anniversary rolled around.  For the first time in ten years it didn’t really mean anything but I still remembered it.  She was at her new place with her new family and I was home alone.  I sent Cat a silly text about it then proceeded to drink myself silly.

The next year I was deployed and going through a fairly tumultuous situation, a week later I’d be out of the military, but I still remembered.  I didn’t send her a text, I was overseas, but I drank myself silly before getting up at 5 am the next morning for work.  That was pretty much the norm at the time but I tipped her a salute.

The following year, I was a civilian but remembered and celebrated by drinking myself silly.  I didn’t bother sending her a message, she didn’t send me one either.  In fact, now that I’m thinking about it, she never sent me any messages, silly or not, on our old anniversary.  She’d already moved on, I suppose.  She had new dates marked on her calendar.

Last year… I didn’t remember.  It didn’t occur to me at all.  The date rolled around the same as it does every year but it was just another day.  Actually, looking back through the posts, I had just returned from a trip to see Ann, Cat was the last thing on my mind.  It’s been almost six months and I just now realized that it just passed without notice.

I suppose it’s a good thing, that old part of my life is fading away, but it also makes me a little sad.  It’s not that I’m nostalgic for my marriage, the divorce was one of the best decisions we (she) made, but it signifies the fading of that whole decade of my life.  The good and the bad.  It’s the past getting further and further away in the rear view.

I should probably also find some new dates to focus on since there won’t be any more weddings in my future.  Different anniversaries, probably, but no more marriages for me.

no marriage

Australia: The way more fun threesome pt 2


I was actually a little nervous going into the threesome with Vivian and B.  Months previously I’d been in a somewhat notorious attempt at a threesome that didn’t turn out very well (I’d link to it but it’s already one of my top viewed posts, sigh).  As if that weren’t enough, I’d never been with more than one woman at a time and we didn’t really discuss anything beforehand, we just jumped into bed.  What was I supposed to/allowed to do?

Whatever, I decided that I wasn’t going to worry about myself at all.  I was going to focus on giving the two ladies a good time and any attention thrown my way was just a bonus.  Besides, there’s little I like more than pleasing women and I had an opportunity to do a lot of pleasing.

No one really took charge as we went into Vivian’s bedroom so I took some initiative.  Me and B were basically already naked from being tied, Vivian still had on her dress.  I got Vivian down on the bed, slid up her dress and got between her legs. Continue reading

Australia: The way more fun threesome pt 1


It was Sunday morning.  Vivian got an early text from B, saying that she was going to swing by for a bit.  Yes, the same B that remarked that I’d looked like Vivian’s bitch the previous day.  The comment didn’t bother me because she hadn’t seen me and Vivian together outside the club.

We all had coffee and a laid back chat.  B and Vivian are frequent playmates and both kinky, so the conversation quickly got dirty.  Her and Vivian talked about how awesome it was to be fisted.  Then Vivian looked at me, turned to B, and remarked at how it would be really awesome to both get fisted at the same time.

Interesting.

Vivian worried for a moment that she’d made me uncomfortable but as far as I was concerned the only thing better than one beautiful, naked woman in Australia was two beautiful, naked women in Australia.  If they wanted to play than I was all for it. Continue reading

Australia: An unexpected and lazy day, b*tch


Since we’d gone to bed around five that morning after spending most of the night at the fetish club Vivian and I slept in late.

That morning/afternoon as I was making coffee, Vivian was catching up on the messages she’d missed while we’d been sleeping.  She read one and burst out laughing.

I brought over two steaming cups and asked her what was so funny.  She hesitated.

Don’t get mad, she said.

Um, okay.

She read a text she’d gotten from B that morning.  “That American guy kind of looked like your bitch last night.” Continue reading

Australia: The fetish club pt 3


Fetish club pt 1

Fetish club pt 2

We made the rounds at the fetish club, saying good night everyone that Vivian and F knew. There were even a few people I recognized as we were leaving.  There was a couple that I’d met a little earlier at D’s house and C was tying a woman on stage.  A few days earlier she’d let me watch as Sharn tied her.  I waved as we were walking out but C didn’t seem to recognize me without my clothes on.

I could tell Vivian was worn out, she’d been going non-stop all day and it was past midnight.   Mentally, I made a note, when we get home she needs a break before we fall asleep.

As we were walking out of the club I did a cartoon style double-take.  A pretty woman in a sexy Santa outfit was under one of the suspension points on the main floor of the club.  She lifted her skirt, revealing a rope harness, then suspended herself from the point.  In a neat acrobatic feat she flipped upside down and started tying her own legs.  It was impressive. Continue reading