There are guys out there you're going to be friends with, and guys out there you're just going to have sex with. This is the beauty of being single! Now, if you find a guy who can be friends with AND who you can have sex with... that's a whole nutha rodeo.
I've always been an advocate for girl/guy friendships. It's not that I don't like other women, I have a ton of girlfriends whom I love dearly. I just can't be around them for long periods of time. ENTER: Guy friends!
Aside from the obvs., men are such a huge part of my life. I value my friendships with men very much so. It's one thing that helps me balanced. (Some) men are more likely think rationally, use reason, logic and self-control. This is NOT to say that women aren't capable of having these qualities; most women are reasonable, logical, and self-controlled. They just aren't as likely to practice it.
My question is, should I have sex with a guy friend? Can I over-come my intimacy issues and have sex with guy I actually like, like? Hmm.....
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
God opens doors, I open my legs
My dear friend's father recently passed away. He'd been sick for quite a long time, so although it doesn't make it any less tragic, at least he time to live every day like it was his last and enjoy his family for a few melancholy months..
The funeral was beautiful; scriptures were read, folk music was played, and a lovely slideshow gave us a little glimpse into the lives of a once happy family...
My question is: Is it normal to think about sex at a funeral?
As we sat there honoring a man who lived a colorful and spiritual life, all I could think of was getting my pussy pounded by Hottie McHotterson (a.k.a.. Gym Guy). I know it's wrong.. I just couldn't help myself! While the Reverend was asking for God to open His doors, I was fantasizing about Gym Guy opening my legs.
The service went on for almost 2 hours. By the end of it, I was so revved up and ready to go that I bolted to find the nearest bathroom just so I could wipe away the wetness that had been building up inside me. I was slightly turned on by the naughtiness of the situation. Fortunately, I resisted the urge to get myself off in the bathroom of a funeral home. I do have some morals when it comes to exhibitionism.
Should I feel guilty? Should I feel weird? I'm sure I'm not the only one who's mind had drifted away. Funerals aren't exactly the most pleasant experiences. Would it have been better if I were thinking about what bills needed to be paid or that I needed to get back to work for a 1:00 p.m. meeting? I'm guessing this sort of thing is what makes funerals so awkward in the first place...
The funeral was beautiful; scriptures were read, folk music was played, and a lovely slideshow gave us a little glimpse into the lives of a once happy family...
My question is: Is it normal to think about sex at a funeral?
As we sat there honoring a man who lived a colorful and spiritual life, all I could think of was getting my pussy pounded by Hottie McHotterson (a.k.a.. Gym Guy). I know it's wrong.. I just couldn't help myself! While the Reverend was asking for God to open His doors, I was fantasizing about Gym Guy opening my legs.
The service went on for almost 2 hours. By the end of it, I was so revved up and ready to go that I bolted to find the nearest bathroom just so I could wipe away the wetness that had been building up inside me. I was slightly turned on by the naughtiness of the situation. Fortunately, I resisted the urge to get myself off in the bathroom of a funeral home. I do have some morals when it comes to exhibitionism.
Should I feel guilty? Should I feel weird? I'm sure I'm not the only one who's mind had drifted away. Funerals aren't exactly the most pleasant experiences. Would it have been better if I were thinking about what bills needed to be paid or that I needed to get back to work for a 1:00 p.m. meeting? I'm guessing this sort of thing is what makes funerals so awkward in the first place...
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