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2004-05-19 - 4:41 p.m.

I just finally recieved a cd in the mail I left in a car a few months ago at some dealership. The guy kept saying he'd send it, and then he'd forget. A few days ago I finally spoke to him, and he promised, truthfully. I asked him if he listened to it, since he had it for so long. He said no, but I wonder then, what he was doing with it, because it looks like he double dipped it in powdered sugar and bits of cookie! God, mister did you use it for a coaster? Even if someone left a cd with me with the title God Kills Spiders in Hell, or Children's Church Songs from the Church of Niceties, I would still listen to it. You never know when your new favorite song might hit you.

Men can be odd. A friend of mine was telling me today how her aunt got married to this guy, and everything was great until he "fell down the stairs" into the basement and died. It didn't take her long to tell my friend that she had actually found him there hanging from a scarf tied up to the rafter above his head. And that his boxers were on, but down. And that the chair he was on had slipped, he was just trying to get off. (not the chair)

They had a really good sex life but she remembered that oftentimes she noticed rope burns on his neck. She could never figure out what they were. Till now, unfortunately.

That stared a conversation about guys we've known who like to wear women's panties, but for some reason it's always the silk ones. My friend Brian years ago would always say how much he valued the feeling of sexy silk panties on his tush. I always thought he was gay and he'd be the last to know, but he ended up with a woman, so there goes that. The girl I was speaking to has another married friend who found out her husband was wearing her pantyhose when she wasn't home. She tried to accomodate him and be accepting, but you give him an inch, and you know what happens. Now that he was outed, he claimed he had to wear them every time they were together. He just cut a hole in them so he could wear them uninterrupted. I didn't even want to write about it, but it came out, for lack of a better phrase.

And she asked me what would I do if I were the mate of one of these two guys? You know, as open as I've always thought I am, I think there's a reservation or two in there. I was really glad today to discover that my limits feel safe and healthy. I couldn't always promise that were true. I always feel bad when a woman is destroyed because her partner is simply nothing without pornaid or stripper folly. I did once date a guy who was kind of addicted to porn, but I never really like him anyway. Neither did anyone else in my family. Another ex from college hung himself in his sister's basement, although I'm positive there was no other motive for being there except to get out of here. He was always a fatalist anyway, I left him because he was always going to rehab and then trying new drugs, and also his crazy ex girlfriend was trying to kill me. He once said that I was the coolest girl he had ever dated, while kissing a girl I was friends with. That's silly! Anyway back to the question what would I do?

#1) The guy who couldn't leave well enough alone:

I would tell the truth, and say he was jerking off, and fell off the chair to his death. That's the truth. I would use the correct terminology, which I'm not sure of, something like sexual healing with autoasphxiation. Maybe it would help someone be careful. Basements aren't just for storing Christmas decorations and old doll houses. Things can happen to people, even the ones that think their smart, and can beat off the system, for a lack of a phrase with more class. My friend added, how come this never happens to women? Probably because if something like this happened to a woman, it wasn't her idea. This is getting dark, I'm sorry I didn't want to go down this route. Next!

2) For the guy who can't keep his hands off my drawers:

Hypnosis. It's not like he said he was gay, which you can't change. Pantyhose are man made. What would he fetish on if they had never been created. He could be suggested while under hypnosis to wear his regular daily wear pants as if they felt just as good. And there would need to be an off limits policy for anything else he was thinking he'd like to get his hands on, like my hair clips and bikinis.

If I had a little more time tonight, and something else to write, I would not leave this crap on here, I'd erase it and write about kittens. Sexual perversions of the kind I mentioned aren't leaving me with a nice feeling. Leaving this in a better note, I think lots of kids are graduating this month and next, some even with really really good grades.

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