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Posted:Jun 28, 2013 8:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2018 7:09 am
For my eyes only
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Show Me the Money (Shot!)
Posted:May 7, 2018 4:45 am
Last Updated:May 18, 2018 4:29 am
On the Voyeur/Exhibitionist scale, where Voyeurs are a 1 and Exhibitionists are a 10, I'm pretty much a 2. I very much enjoy watching men but for the love of all that's naked, I really just want to see the happy endings. Therefore, some of the things I take into consideration before clicking on a cam thumbnail are:

How long has he been on? More than 45 minutes means he's probably just halfheartedly tugging on a semi while watching other cams. Pass. Less than 4 or 5 minutes? I'll come back in 10 and see where he's at.

Camera placement? Laptop cams are almost always too close to the keyboard. There's something a little frightening about watching a giant hand fill the screen while dude is typing to someone. Helpful hint: If your cam is on the same soft surface as you are (couch/bed,) it's going to look like there's an earthquake going on when things get vigorous!

Earlier this morning I saw a thumbnail and, sweartogawd, it looked like the dude was sitting on his couch SUCKING HIS OWN DICK!!! While he was stroking it with both hands too! Now I've seen a few self suck videos before, they usually involve some type of contortionist-type moves but this guy was just slightly bent over and.... holy crap I couldn't click on that cam fast enough!

Imagine my disappointment when it wasn't his dick at all, he was smoking a bong.

Where do you fall on my imaginary Voyeur/Exhibitionist scale?

Cape May, NJ

Sunrise over Cape May
I feel so profiled...
Posted:Apr 27, 2018 10:25 am
Last Updated:May 18, 2018 4:23 am

It's as if some sample company said, "what can we mail the premenopausal, married with kids, wanting to eat better but also having the munchies sometimes woman?"

Compositing and Composting
Posted:Apr 16, 2018 6:08 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2018 3:53 am
edited to add that your comments are invisible to me again. As soon as they become visible, I'll answer them.

I came across an interesting photographer who combines multiple shots into one crazy finished print. Pelle Cass is his name.

Pretty cool eh?

This weekend is my belated birthday girls weekend at the Jersey Shore. I'm hoping there won't be any photographic evidence like last time.....


If you garden, do you compost?
Dark and Fruity
Posted:Apr 7, 2018 8:02 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2018 6:28 am
Today is National Beer Day, or so I hear from pocogato. I thought it was every day but that might just be a Delaware thing. I wonder when National Bourbon day is? In any event, I need to get hopping if I'm going to celebrate that cold beverage properly!

Side note: Boy, those polls bring out all kinds of non-bloggers!!!! Hope at least one or two decide to stick around and write a little.

My favorite beer is from Founders Brewery in Michigan, a very dark and fruity brew called Lizard of Koz. An imperial stout made with blueberries, chocolate and vanilla. It's aged in Bourbon barrels (part of why it's my favorite) and pours at a whopping ten and a half percent ABV!

What's your favorite beer?

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Poll. Period.
Posted:Apr 1, 2018 6:29 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2018 6:27 pm

One of the very best things about being 50 is that my period has become quite irregular! It's so cool having Aunt Flow show up a few days early one month and ten days late another! (April Fools duh) Over the years, there have been a few times where I've had to tell my partners that Mother Nature had come to call and they've responded in a variety of ways. Now that unpredictability has become the norm, I expect I'm going to have to find suggestions for alternate activities.

When you (or your partner) are faced with the unexpected visitor on playpen day, what do you do?
Platonic Date
Get almost naked together and just call what's under the panties off-limits
Who cares? Grab some towels and shower afterwards.
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Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Posted:Feb 26, 2018 5:29 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2018 12:46 pm
Do you have the theme song from Rawhide stuck in your ear now?

How about now?

Life's wheel feels like it's finally rollin' off of me. It could be the recent warm weather, or the uncomfortable-but-necessary hard conversations with the husband, but I feel less "just hang on and hope this crushing weight rolls off soon" and more... "heyyyyyy, how YOU doin'?"

(I use a wheel analogy when I think about my emotions/moods/circumstances/life sometimes. My world is a wheel... if you've seen the scene from Pirates of the Caribbean where Johnny Depp is running along on the rolling waterwheel, that's kind of what I'm thinking. One minute I'm running along on the top and things are ok and the next thing I know I've gotten sucked under it or inside of it and I'm either crushed for a bit or bounced all around until I can get a grip. Don't knock my analogy, it works for me. I can deal with the crush and the bounce because eventually I'll roll back up on top.)

I know this for a few reasons. First, I told a little story recently, to a new friend. A conversational, offhand story. A story that for the past 18 years would have made me cry as soon as I started to tell it. I wear all my emotions like clothes. Because I'm a name-dropper, poor "Rex" knows this, he made the mistake of asking me "How's it going?" once at a SUPER-crowded breakfast joint, where I proceeded to literally cry in front of him and anybody else who had eyes. *sigh There's never any mistaking what I'm feeling so I usually avoid telling that particular story in public. I didn't mean to tell it, it just kind of fell out of my mouth and while I was listening to myself talking, my brain was thinking "that's so fucking sad. damn." And that was it. Nothing more, no trip down thought lane, just acknowledgement of a horribly sad moment in time and... moving on. It took me a few days to realize that it was the first time that had ever happened. I suppose it's like the last stage of grief, you can talk as a teller and not feel like a participant again every time.

Or maybe that's just me.

Secondly, I have a crush. Someone who I want to "like me best." Not in any kind of pathological way, just a general feeling I recently acknowledged and grinned to myself at. I like that feeling. Even if they never know, I know.

Lastly, (and if you believe that I have a bridge to sell you) I'm actually looking forward to some me time. I mean actual "no work, have some kahlua in my coffee after the school bus comes, perv some men on cams, watch some porn, have a slice of cold pizza, have another cup of kahlua because the coffee is gone, spend some quality time in the shower, get my toys out and dust them off, wander naked to the linen closet to grab a towel because I almost forgot, have a thoroughly enjoyable date with the wand and then a nap" kind of me time. My alone time is practically non-existent, limited to a short hour here or there, never scheduled, so I'm pretty much reliant on what I call the UtilityOrgasm™. Sponsored by Moen Handheld Shower Wands. It's the quickie, in a guaranteed private location, just to take the edge off kind of orgasm. To have an entire day where I can indulge ALL of my me-ness, like writing this blog even, is a luxury that doesn't come along often.

Here's the bridge I was referring to... the Memphis-Arkansas bridge over the mighty Mississippi.
Chick Date (click bait)
Posted:Feb 18, 2018 6:35 am
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2018 5:17 am
Well it IS a sex site after all. *snicker

*edited to add that comments are not showing up on my end.

Yup, that's yours truly with Janey, and "Superwoman" by Kiki Kogelnik. I hopped on a train yesterday to meet in Washington DC. We spent the day at the National Museum of Women in Art and saw some amazing work. ALL by women! I've added a new painter to my list of favorites, Patricia Tobacco Forrester. Check out her colors!

Saw a "Grandma" Moses painting for the first time ever, that's always quite exciting!

Frida Kahlo's self portrait to Leon Trotsky

Who doesn't love an embroidered fiver?

A stamp mandala for HeartCollector

My favorite style of painting, hyperrealism

No museum trip would be complete without a lunch date afterwards... old fashioneds and momofuku anyone?

Rejection, Jazz & Gambling
Posted:Feb 14, 2018 1:48 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 2:35 am
Happy Valentines Day

As expected, I did not get the job I interviewed for. I also did not get the job at the same place that I did NOT interview for. I was apparently also being considered for a more administrative position. I don't think I've ever gotten a rejection letter for a job I didn't interview for.

So to drown my sorrows (*snicker) I went to see Stanley Jordan with a girlfriend of mine and actually got to meet him. (Side note to anyone near Philly... I highly recommend checking out South. It's a restaurant/intimate jazz club that hosts some superb artists and has great cocktails too) Jordan's talent is incredible, I've never seen someone play guitar, piano and sing at the same time! If you like jazz and jazz interpretations of classics, check him out.

Since it's cold and bleak here and I have no valentine with me, I spent yesterday at the pool at Harrah's Casino in Atlantic City with some more friends. I'll admit, and I appreciate the volunteers in advance to fill the spot, I miss having someone to send sexy bikini pics to now. Check this place out... spending the day in 82° weather under a dome while outside the temp is hovering around freezing was the bomb.

Hope you're all showing yourselves some love today. And every day!
Posted:Feb 7, 2018 9:10 pm
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2018 1:14 pm
Just when you thought things couldn't get LESS sexy here, let me just say I have a job interview tomorrow! Well-wishes are appreciated, while I've been employed forever, it'll be my first actual interview in..... a long time! {=}

PS - Did you see the Falcon Heavy launch? I cried, it was very exciting!!
Because sometimes I feel cunty...
Posted:Jan 30, 2018 6:59 pm
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2018 6:38 pm

Not that I'd seriously entertain that type of role play because there's nothing in it for me but.... dang. What happened to humor? Wit?

I've had the opportunity to pose the same question to two different men recently. A really personal one... it was, "How was your weekend?" The first fella answered "Busy. Got a lot of stuff done." The other fella wrote a few sentences about what he actually did, non-identifying stuff but personal. Inviting more conversation. Busy guy got the dreaded "cool." from me. I'll admit I miss regular conversation with a man who remembers what I've said a few days before, brings it up, makes me feel like I'm not interchangeable. I shouldn't have to reiterate where I'm going and for how long after only a day or two!


Boston. Museum of Fine Arts. Wow.

Not your typical Florida!
Posted:Jan 24, 2018 11:20 am
Last Updated:May 18, 2018 4:22 am
I spent the last week in s̶u̶n̶n̶y̶ chilly Florida and one of the very best things about visiting during a cold snap is getting to see literally HUNDREDS of manatees in the springs of the north central part of the state.

According to the official count, there were 399 manatees spotted in the park this day.

Personally, as a near-native Floridian, this is my favorite part of the state when it comes to beauty. Sure, Miami has got the architecture and the blue water and the Keys have the Caribbean vibe and Orlando has...... tourists but the central part of the state, the triangle from Tallahassee to St. Augustine down the ridge to Lake Okeechobee, has the most gorgeous views of all.

Next stop, Boston. After that? Cleveland.
Fifty Years of Fucks
Posted:Jan 6, 2018 4:14 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2018 2:21 am

A milestone birthday passed recently… I’m fifty now. A lot of my writing this is so I can come back to it later and remember. I’d been feeling ambivalent about it but trying not to attribute some new feelings I’d been having to a date on the calendar. Feelings like the very frightening absence of not having any fucks left to give about things that weren’t under my sphere of influence. Finally I gave in and flat out embraced it. “I had fifty years of fucks to give and now I’m pretty much out. If it’s not about me or mine (the collective version, I'm not quite that selfish to make it literal) it’s not worth stressing over.”

As an example, it always used to take me by surprise when people unilaterally make a decision to remove themselves from my life. It still does, I can’t lie. I didn’t see it coming when a friend of mine, angry at the whole world on her best day, recently turned that anger on me over a returned kitchen appliance not cleaned to her satisfaction. Effectively ending over ten years of friendship with a hearty fuck you. I also didn’t see the sudden end of contact with my long distance lover coming, but hey…. sometimes stuff happens that (see above) isn’t under my sphere of influence. Until recently, I always thought it was something I did (sometimes it was,) something I said (again, sometimes it was,) something that I could fix and tried desperately to do so. That part usually never worked and I always blamed myself for not being good/strong/sexy/forceful/smart/nice/whatever enough to convince them that I was valuable. Now that those fucks are gone, I see that that was their decision to make and that it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with them. My value remained unchanged but since I’d tied it to someone else, it FELT diminished. No more.

Really though, a lot of the first fifty was about censoring myself so that only the good/strong/sexy/smart/nice stuff showed, not the ugly honest stuff. And that kind of stuff is vital to a lasting human connection. The ugly honest stuff probably showed anyway.

A few of my friends have heard me say, while gesturing to my body, “this shit ain't free.” There’s a currency involved as Lustasaurus so much more eloquently stated recently. I’m not an exhibitionist. I don’t receive any value from being viewed and admired. I require in-depth communication, curiosity and a willingness of a partner to explore me, not simply assume they already have what I want. Now that flip statement rings truer than ever. There’s no more questioning my OWN head for the worth of someone else’s currency. That’s so last semicentury. I know my value and expect anyone intimate to me to know it too. There’s no need to try to make myself seem more valuable in another’s eyes, my own eyes are enough. Thanks Lady_Jayne_Layne for the spark to write this.

Instead of a picture, I'll leave you all with this exquisite haiku, assembled from my inbox.

hey girl hit me up
hey girl lemme eat you out
you a fake ass bitch

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