A High Sex Drive and Plenty of It is A-OK

It’s late, and I don’t really feel like talking about how I doing right now (what with my recent break up and all),  so lets turn to my favorite subject: sex.

Huffington Post recently asked women to share things they wished someone had told them about sex, before they started having it. I guess I can’t really add to this, except that I totally agree with 2, 3, 5, 11 (true, but definitely a story for another time), 15 – practice makes perfect 😉 Continue reading

Let’s Talk About Sex: Book Club

It’s 9:45 on a Saturday night, and for the second night in a row, I’m chilling in bed. I would just like it to be known that I’m a winner. Typically, I would like to say that I’m a party animal, and Tues – Thursday I typically am. Tonight? Tonight, I am resting my liver and my wallet in preparation of drunk brunch. Drunk brunch at a straight bar (I am a huge fan of gay brunch).

It’s pretty much needless to say that tomorrow should have some stories. Except for the fact that B and I still haven’t talked. A part of me feels like I’m/we’re avoiding the inevitable. I could just shoot him a text that reads “hey – I’m done.” But I’ve been dumped via text before and it’s not fun.

So what have I been doing with my evening (see what I did there, that rapid change of subject??). Funny you should ask, my friends. I’ve been compiling a list, of sorts, of dating/love/sex/relationship books I’d like to read.

My own little mint book club of one (though you’re all welcome to join).

I’m thinking books like The Game, Not Your Mother’s Rules, it’s called a break up because it’s broken , and so on. Just for, you know, shitz and gigs, research, the works.

If you have any recommendations, share away. Eventually, I’d like to add a literature page with the complete pending/finished list. Should be for some interesting reads.

At A [Dating/Relationship] Crossroad

November started a week ago. In the last eight days, I think I’ve blogged more than I ever had in the entirety of this here blog. But then again, two weeks into starting this here project, I started seeing B. So my promiscuous-isms were forced to take a step back over the last six months.

Now, I’m on the eve of possibly being single again (read: I should dump his ass, but still care just enough that it makes the decision tough), I’m trying to figure out the direction I want to take L&OT. Where do I want to go with it? What do I want to do with it?

Will it be an outlet to talk about the sausage(s) I come across at drunk brunch? Do I want to continue down the road of one-night stands and random hookups. What, oh what, am I looking for anymore? 

When I started blogging, I was content on sharing my fun and exciting forays between the sheets. Now, I don’t know. Yes, and no. To be perfectly honest, having someone — one person — there for you, knowing how they kiss, getting your individual rhythms in sync with each other… it’s nice. It’s really nice. And trading that in for a daily squeeze will be rough.

And that’s just when it comes to the sex.

I like B. I like B alot. And not having him around anymore will be rough. Except that, he still will be around. We co-exist in one social sphere, so there will be times when I see him once a week or so. Knowing that also sucks.

The way I see it is:

  • I can let my inner sex craze run rapid.  I can scream and shout (out of pure sexual exhilaration, of course) and let it all out (thank you, Britney) purely for entertainment. 
  • I could play the card of the scholar — learning, studying, understanding all that comes with love, lust, relationships, breakups, the works (which, oddly enough, seems slightly fascinating).
  • I could tame my evil ways and start the search. You know, the search — for that special someone, my prince charming. But then again, I’m only 24, so what’s the rush. 

Or I suppose, it could be a mix of the three. Eventually, one would take it’s place as the rightful king of the throne, and there it would be. Direction problems solved. 

I guess. Maybe. Kinda. Or better yet, we’ll see tomorrow. 

Fifty Shades of (Anything But) Grey

I should probably write these BEFORE I head out for the evening. Otherwise, I end up writing them half-asleep, so I’m sure they are chockfull of grammatical/spelling errors (or just don’t make sense, at all). But I guess there’s not much I can do about that today. Without further ado, tonight’s non-sensical ramblings:

I used to drive to work an hour (or more) each way. The only good thing I have to say about the year and a half worth of commuting is that I got to listen to the radio ALOT, and I especially enjoy the random shit they talk about during the morning talk shows.

One day, they decided to broach the topic of paint colors and what they mean for your sex life. I don’t remember their specific source, but I found an article on the topic from Glamour (if not that than try this Apartment Therapy one about paint colors and corresponding moods) so that will just have to do.

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Infographic: 15 Not So Important Facts About Sex

Happy Monday! It’s late, and I’m tired, so today’s post is going to be a little bit of a doozy.

In hopes of following along with BlogHer’s prompt for today (name a character you’d invite to a dinner party — my choice being any of the Disney princesses), I was trying to find an infographic (or something) on the real sexual nature of the Disney Princesses (to keep with my blog’s theme), based off their time periods/personalities. I swear I’ve seen it before, but found no such thing.

I’ll keep looking 😉

For now, here’s some fun facts for the day (via 15 Not-So-Important Facts About Sex). Enjoy!


The 69 Greatest Quotes About Sex

Let’s talk about sex 😉

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Thought Catalog

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature. Marilyn Monroe
A liberated woman is one who has sex before marriage and a job after. Gloria Steinem
Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go it’s pretty damn good. Woody Allen
In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind. Nora Ephron
I like threesomes with two women, not because I’m a cynical sexual predator. Oh no! But because I’m a romantic. I’m looking for “The One.” And I’ll find her more quickly if I audition two at a time. Russell Brand
Sex is more exciting on the screen and between the pages than between the sheets. Andy Warhol
I’m a heroine addict. I need to have sex with women who have saved someone’s life. Mitch Hedberg
Women are systematically degraded by receiving the trivial attentions which men think it…

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A girl and her boys

In case you didn’t catch it from my first post, I don’t really date. As in, I don’t really date AT ALL. Again, it’s not that I don’t want find someone to fall in love with. Or even that I want to piss off my mother (which sometimes seems like a good enough reason). It’s that I don’t want to find someone to fall in love with right now.

Over the past few years, I’ve floated between different cities and different states, not having lived longer than two years in any one city since I was in high school. My longest stint at employment is now with a whopping 14 months, and I’m about ready to just walk out. I have commitment issues, and I’m a free spirit. My greatest fear is meeting a guy I’d be forced (read: would actually want) to stick around for. And, just for full disclosure, I was also dumped hard. Three and a half years down the drain with click of a text message.

That all being said. I don’t hate men. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Enter my slew of gentlemen friends:

The Hot & Bothered Hookup

I’m not kidding when I say “Hot and Bothered” (unfortunately). This guy… oh man… he’s like my Achilles heel. We banter. We bicker. We get under each other’s skin. There are probably thousands reasons why he’s a BAD idea*, but even that doesn’t seem to be reason enough to just say no. Fortunately, I’m over my “OMG I’m like you so much” phase, and I can focus my efforts on just having some hot & bothered fun 😉

* There will most likely be more on that later

The Closest Thing I Have to an Actual Boyfriend — Good Thing He’s 1700 Miles Away

Yes, such a guy exists. The kind of guy I’d actually consider dating (though I’m pretty sure that I’d find a way to royally fuck it up). We talk all day every day, and we’ve been talking all day every day since I bumped him to him the last time I was home. We’ve known each other since high school, so I guess some would say it’s almost kind of cute. Either way, he’s the last person I talk to at night and if it weren’t for the time difference, he’d be the first person I talk to in the morning.

The 50 Shades of Grey

Oh, Mr. 50. I can only imagine how he could rock my world in between the sheets, or really anywhere. Alas, it’s true — I haven’t actually done the dirty with him. We just have this hot, hot story of a blow job in a hotel stairwell. He’s man who knows what he wants. A man who isn’t afraid to take charge (which I’m perfectly all right with). He’s also got a decent sense of humor. So, of course, we’ve kept in touch post-Holiday (I mean, in all honesty, I couldn’t let a dick like his walk out of my life) and occasionally touch base on upcoming travel plans… and sext. Needless to say, I cannot wait for the next time our paths cross.

So there you have it. My backwards, non-sensical, perfectly un-normal love life written into cyberspace. But, hey, I’ve got time to kill and drinks to drink, so this list is ever changing. Round and round we go, where it stops nobody knows, right?

Following my heart’s desire

“I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” ~ Author Unknown

Much to my mother’s disapproval, I’m single. Better yet, not only am I single, but I also have little desire to find myself a special someone. Even my brother — the “I don’t believe in monogamy” sibling — has been in a seemingly normal relationship for quite some time now.

It’s not that I don’t want the whole fairytale love story… the white dress, lavish wedding and forever spiel  But, in all fairness, there’s a whole lot frogs out there. Why do I need to pick one right away? Why not take ’em for a test drive and have a little fun?

I wouldn’t label myself as a slut even though my number, you know the number, is growing. And, luckily, along the way, I’m learning a whole lot about myself and what I want (or don’t) in life and love.

So here’s to the journey, to the fun and to following my heart’s desire for Lust and Other Things (sorry, mom).