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April 18, 2019
Arty And Cultured Stuffs
It’s not all sex and depression naps over here, sometimes I do arty cultured things like GO TO THE THEATRE. Case in point, last night I saw “All My Sons,” compliments of someone much more arty and cultured than I. And it was pretty good! I mean, it was no gang bang but still, pretty good. Anyway, I’m overdue for a depression nap.
More BLURBS and IMAGES in the new ARCHIVE [fixed link btw]
So I Saw This Thing Last Night…
Damn you super-cute Reformation dress that I bought and can never wear without purchasing some crazy undergarment-shaping-bodysuit-contraption for way too much money. DAMN YOU. There you were, black, stretchy, below-the-knee, adorable neckline; flirting with me from your home on the interwebs. Now here you are, hanging lonely and unworn, in my closet, out of sight but not often out of mind. Every once in a while I pick you up, stroke your soft fabric, disrobe and give you one more shot… And again you fuck me. Your soft and stretchy jersey highlighting every bulge. Your neckline just low enough to make nearly any type of support garment immediately detectable. Yes yes, I can imagine scenarios where I wear you only within the privacy of my own home, perhaps for some lucky visitor, because of course I can’t wear a bra — probably not even underwear, certainly not my preferred Spanx to eliminate the chafing between my thighs. But is that really the best I can hope for? DAMN YOU.
I have a lot of thoughts about dating and most of them are not good. A subject that comes up frequently, aside from the usual looks-job-experience bullshit, is WHO PAYS? For this train of thought I will stick with the M/F pairing as this is what I have experience with and thus is really the only pairing I have any right to discuss. And my thoughts are this: yes it’s all well and good for men and women to be fair and equal but that shit is just theory. We are in fact not equal HELLO GENDER WAGE GAP. The fact that historically women have, and continue, to underearn men by a varied margin across race, is reason enough for any working man to foot the fucking bill when dating a woman, no matter her employment status.
I have cats; I buy kitty litter. Also I live in NYC so I don’t own a car and get everything delivered to my door via the interwebs to save myself from back-breaking trips on the subway. Tidy Cats is my litter of choice and I get gigantic containers delivered through a subscription with Target; sometimes the 35-pound [the best deal] arrives with a flat, single-piece lid, and sometimes with a partitioned living hinge in the top. It goes back and forth every time I get the delivery so I have no idea if I’m getting an old batch or if Tidy Cats is just fucking with its customers for shits and giggles by changing it back and forth. The point is this: the living hinge top is the bomb — it’s just so useful! Ba bam! Just flip it up and get new litter! With the other one it’s a whole production getting that thick plastic lid off the top and sometimes I break a nail. And I don’t even care about that shit. Except when it happens doing something stupid like wrestling with a lid that I shouldn’t be wrestling with in the first place because there is clearly a better option available! Yeah so I don’t know if my issue is with Target or Tidy Cats because this is an inventory issue but still, Tidy Cats: you should really stop doing anything but living hinge lids.
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The Resurrection Of @SEXCOMMUNICATION
Since @sexcommunication was removed and banned from Instagram, I decided to move the feed for our SEX PODCAST here — relish the vintage feel of the previously censored images cuz that shit won’t play in the new ones.
Wishing you had someplace to feature your own stylish dick, pussy, fucking pics? Send ‘em my way — I’ll make a feed here for you too… xo
***No links or captions just yet, but they’re on their way**