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On the last day of our trip we couldn’t help but overhear a conversation on the trolley (Pigeon Forge’s bus) as we were headed back to our car. Three ladies who had just finished shopping at the Tanger Outlet Mall were sitting across from us chatting about someone they all knew. I didn’t really pay much attention until one lady said, “… and here she comes in a three piece suit!” This lady when on to say that the parents of this little girl were going to regret letting her wear boys clothes and play with “boy’s” toys. She also went on to convey that the parents were bad parents because they were not “guiding” their child to be more “girly.” Then she announced that she would not buy the girl, boy clothes or toys. The other two ladies went on in agreement with the first woman. One went so far as to say that the young girl’s parents were encouraging her to be a “dyke.” Clay and I both were a little stunned and thought about saying something, but we both opted not to start an argument with people on public transportation that wouldn’t care or understand what we were saying…
So what if the child wants to wear boy’s clothes and be a tomboy? First of all there are three piece suits made for women. Also little kids are all shaped the same until puberty… so the clothes are all pretty much cut the same, just different colors… Well unless you want to dress your elementary student up like a miniature hoochie… Ok now being a girl who happens to like boy stuff does not automatically make her lesbian potential. I like boy stuff and clothes, I always have. I have a male partner and a child with that partner. Though my partner isn’t a traditional male… I don’t think I fit these ladies’ definition of a lesbian. Second, if this girl these catty women were talking about did turn out to be a lesbian and/or a crossdresser, the parents did not make her that way. You cannot make a person gay or straight, cd or not. It is an integral part of who they are and has always been there. Lastly… a person is the same person you know and love no matter what they wear or whom they find attractive.
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Our detectives go deep undercover in this explosive, sex packed Miami Spice Episode. When detective Chubbs and Cockit are asked to investigate Faulderon, a dangerous drug lord who just came into town looking action, they find themselves pulled into the lethal world of drugs, money, and women. Our undercover girl Tina was willing to go all the way in order to earn trust with Faulderon, and that means let him fuck her brains out. Dont miss a single minute of this amazing episode of Miami Spice. Join here!
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The Champix work. Mind you, you do need a good support network around you because if you are in a social situation in the first week it is not easy, but it is not that hard either. I really didn’t have that must have desire for the cigs that I have had for the last 35 years!!! But Champix do have their side affects and I had some.
The nausea was pretty easy, I knew it was the tabs doing it so it was mind over matter. The downers were a bit harder. The instructions say they can be depressing. I think my friends were more right by saying to me you are just having a downer because of the meds and it’s ok. I let myself wallow a couple of times, hey there is nothing wrong with a good cry! Afterwards I got going and got on with my day just fine. It’s more just being aware of whats going on with you.
They worked for me. It’s been two weeks now, I have just converted to weeks from days and it feels so good. I have had a couple of cigs. I was sick and they were the only thing I could keep down, it was more of a comfort thing than a need. A friend gave me some advice in the first week. She said just because you might have one ciggie you are not a smoker again, it doesn’t mean you have to keep smoking. She was right, I have had a couple but they are not doing anything for me so there is no need for them.
I feel better already. I have noticed the difference in my skin already. I have been told it may take up to 18 months before I notice some physical changes for the better, but hey it can only get better from here.
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Đẹp Fashion Show năm nay không bứt bứt phá phá, bùng bùng nổ nổ như mong đợi của nhiều người. Tuy nhiên, hoành tráng để làm gì, nếu đằng sau những bộ trang phục lộng lẫy ấy chỉ là những tâm hồn thiết kế rỗng tuếch?
Sân khấu không quá nhiều phụ tiết, chỉ duy nhất chiếc lồng bằng kính ở giữa. Chính vì thế, sự cô độc, ngột ngạt của các sinh vật tội nghiệp bên trong như được nhân lên gấp bội khi chúng bạn bên ngoài thỏa thuê vui đùa cùng nhau.
Nếu bạn nào từng nghiên cứu đề tài đồng tính, hẳn sẽ biết cụm từ lóng “in the closet” – tiếng Việt nghĩa là “ở trong tủ”. Khi mới biết tự nhận thức xu hướng tình dục không giống bạn bè cùng trang lứa, chủ thể thường có cảm giác bị cô lập, vì không chia sẻ được với ai, thậm chí cả người thân. Do đó, họ thấy xung quanh thật tối tăm và ngột ngạt, giống như bị nhốt trong một chiếc tủ vậy.
Chi tiết trêu chọc những người trong lồng kính (Hà Anh và Trang Trần đóng rất đạt, so fierce! ^_^) – ám chỉ sự kỳ thị mà cộng đồng LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual và transgender) vẫn gặp phải, dù đời sống tình dục của họ lành mạnh và chả ảnh hưởng gì đến những nhân vật “bully” kia.
Nói đi cũng nên nói lại. Sự phân biệt kia dẫu vẫn còn, nhưng khi xã hội ngày càng phát triển, lớp trẻ dễ dàng tiếp cận nền văn hóa bốn phương: quan điểm của số đông từ đó cũng tích cực và thoáng hơn xưa, đặc biệt là lứa 8x trở về sau.
Một số người đồng tính Từ Chối tiếp xúc với thế giới bên ngoài chiếc tủ, họ biến nó thành chiếc vỏ ốc để trú mình. Việc này không có lợi, vì chính tinh thần tự vệ quá cao này đã khiến họ mất đi rất nhiều cơ hội nghề nghiệp và những mối quan hệ tốt. Quan trọng hơn, cứ đẩy mọi người ra xa như thế, chính sự tiêu cực sẽ giết chết bạn trước khi ai khác kịp làm hại.
Một người đồng tính chỉ có thể thực sự hạnh phúc, khi họ có thể phá vỡ tấm kính định kiến ấy bằng chính đôi tay của mình để hòa nhập vào cộng đồng. Tri thức, thực lực, cũng như cách ăn ở mới là những yếu tố quyết định giá trị của bạn. Xã hội vẫn tồn tại, vì lắm người tốt hơn kẻ xấu, tất cả chúng ta phải tin như thế. Những gì gọi là “cổ hũ”, tự khắc sẽ chết dần theo thời gian.
Tối qua thật sự sốc ở phân cảnh cuối cùng (đêm trước rehearsal mình về sớm nên không xem được trọn vẹn): Cô gái model ngoại quốc ẵm 2 đứa bé sơ sinh trên tay, song song 2 bên là 2 cậu trai đi cùng. Rốt cục, nàng trao cho mỗi chàng một baby, và 2 Adam ôm hôn nhau rất tình cảm.
SỐC chứ chẳng phải là ngạc nhiên. Không chỉ vì họ diễn quá đạt, mà tự dưng rùng mình khi xâu chuỗi những màn trình diễn từ đầu đến cuối, liên quan chặt chẽ đến không tưởng. Mình sẽ đi vào chi tiết sau, vì sắp tham dự liveshow Hồ Ngọc Hà rồi, chỉ dành vội một lời khen: Đạo diễn tài tình quá!
Giá trị của Thời Trang là như vậy. Kể cả khi đặt yếu tố Nghệ Thuật lên đầu, thì nó cũng phải phản ánh Đời Sống.
Hôn nhân đồng giới là một đề tài đang được cả thế giới quan tâm trong những năm trở lại đây. Không chỉ vì một mảnh giấy được đóng mộc, Marriage tượng trưng cho sự đấu tranh giành quyền bình đẳng của cộng đồng LGBT. Nhiều người quan điểm gay là những kẻ sống buông thả, trụy lạc; hoặc đó chính là cách họ ép xã hội phải nghe theo. Nhưng ai mà chẳng muốn có một mái ấm gia đình, có con cháu để vui vầy? Thay vì kết hôn dị tính để lừa dối thiên hạ, đau đớn hơn là lừa dối chính bản thân mình, tại sao không để những người yêu nhau đến được với nhau?
Nó gợi nhớ đến một thời nô lệ gốc Phi vùng lên.
Nó gợi nhớ đến một thời phụ nữ thế giới vùng lên.
Nó gợi nhớ đến một thời ông cha ta vùng lên để đánh đuổi quân thù ra khỏi đất nước.
Dù bạn có to hơn, mạnh hơn, giỏi hơn, giàu hơn, đẹp hơn – bạn cũng không bao giờ có quyền cướp đi TỰ DO của ai cả, bởi đó là quyền cơ bản nhất của một con người.
Huống chi – liệu da trắng có hơn da đen? Đàn ông có hơn phụ nữ? Tây có hơn Ta? Straight có hơn Gay chăng?
Tự bạn đã có câu trả lời.
Một show diễn đậm tính Nhân Văn. Love it.
Xem tiếp một số ảnh độc không báo nào có. ^_^
Một trong những nhân vật nhận được nhiều tráng pháo tay nhất – Little Drummer Boy đánh trống quá pro!
Các người mẫu ăn nhẹ trước giờ diễn, mặt vẫn phải giữ nguyên makeup, hix.
Hương nhân sự: “Hết vé rồi, chỉ còn chỗ xấu thôi.”
Mr. Sếp Lê Quốc Vinh: “Sao bọn em làm việc kỳ cục thế, bán hết vé VIP của anh?”
Hê hê hê.
I had known from a very, very young age that I was equally, if not more so, attracted to girls as to boys. There were many adolescent fumblings—at 12 a girl named Kathy with long dark hair and a penchant for riding naked on my thigh when her mother wasn’t home. Teenage crushes that never went any further. Jealousy over the first butch/femme couple that I’d ever witnessed…the beautiful blonde that sat on the lap of the captain of the volleyball team at parties where most of us were stoned and no one cared. It was the very early 80s. We were always high. Always sleeping with a different somebody in search of elusive attention. Thinking that the next one would provide the love and devotion so craved. Disappointed yet again and again and again.
I went off to an all-women’s art college far away from my family. There were scandalized whisperings in the dining hall of girls who slept with other girls. I feigned disgust for my friends and then snuck off to masturbate in our dormitory bathroom, fantasizing about being one of those girls. All of my life I thought about the first time. What it would be like. When would it happen. How would I know.
I arrived at school early in the summer of my sophomore year. I had been named as a resident assistant and was assigned to work the desk to welcome incoming freshman and transfer students. I had my routine down pat until she walked through the doors unaccompanied by a parent. My breath caught. My heart stopped for a fraction of a second. There she was. Tough as nails in a black muscle tee, the requisite blonde mullet, baggy jeans with a chain hanging from the back pocket, and wide leather wristbands. She was tiny. Small boned, wiry, shorter than me—but when she signed her name her biceps rippled with sinewy muscle.
I cleared my throat and managed to start my greeting. She looked up and met my eyes. “Hey there,” she drawled. Her thick southern accent was as familiar as grits and sausage gravy over biscuits. “You’re from North Carolina,” I said. “Now how did you know that? Is that on your little piece of paper there?” “No…I’m from Greensboro.” She returned a lopsided grin, “Well, damn girl, we’re practically neighbors! We should get together and shoot the shit. Why don’t you come on by my room later and we’ll talk.”
I knew. This was the one. I knew I’d be having sex with this girl before the end of the week.
We talked a lot that week. About home. About our art. About our pasts. About her girlfriend she’d left behind. I had a boyfriend. My high school sweetheart. He knew, though, that someday I would act upon my attraction and that was okay with him.
On Saturday night, one week to the day after she arrived, she told me a story about a girl she’d been with who had never been with another women before. She told the story of how she had asked the girl if she could kiss her. The girl replied, “God, yes.” We kept talking. It got late. My roommate was gone for the weekend. She asked me if I had ever thought about being with a woman. I looked her right in the eye and said, “God, yes.” She smiled, leaned in, and kissed me. My heart took flight and my head exploded. Everything I had ever fantasized was right there. It was really happening and it felt absolutely perfect. The last piece of the puzzle I’d been missing all my life.
I was frantic to do everything I had ever dreamed of. She was stone, but she let me have my way. After exploring my body in ways I never could have imagined, I rolled over on top of her and took over. I needed to try everything. I wanted to know what she felt like, what she tasted like. I spent hours between her unshaven legs. At one point she managed to say, “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” I mumbled something into her cunt. Only in my head.
After that night we spent a lot of time together. I have pictures of her on a park bench, sunlight in her hair, a glare bouncing off her mirrored aviators. One leg crossed over the other…not like a woman…one calloused hand resting upon her black Doc Martens. A few weeks later I went to her room late at night, wanting. wanting. I heard a noise on the other side of the door, a rustling, a murmur of voices. The door opened and I was greeted by my best friend, clad in nothing but “my girl’s” plaid, flannel shirt. I was crimson and silent. I turned away and ran down the hall. Back to my room, frozen and betrayed.
I moved on to other women after that. I became known as the school heartbreaker. “Don’t go out with her, she’ll do you and ditch you.” And I did. That girl, the first of many, became my fuckbuddy throughout college. Whenever we were both hard up and no one else was around we turned to each other. A midnight fuck after watching The Wizard of Oz. Frenzied sex in her tiny apartment in the worst neighborhood imaginable. Groping in the teacher’s lounge at 2 a.m.
I saw her years later. She had softened a lot. Years of rehab had broken her early morning routine of rolling over, sleep in her eyes, to grab an unfiltered Marlboro and a can of Bud out of the small fridge next to her bed. I never understood how she did that without getting up to pee first. She had become a psychotherapist and ran her own state-funded rehab center. That bad boi was gone. Replaced by someone older, wiser, more responsible. She stirred no longing within me. No instant wetness between my thighs. No insatiable need to be with her, under her, over her.
She simply was…my first.
This week has felt ridiculously long. Brooke left for Florida to see her family on Tuesday. My hope was to go with her especially since she has plans to tell them we are going to start a family. What I am finding the most difficult is actually making sure the dogs have enough attention. For quite some time our two dogs, Codi and Charlie, have been our children. Especially Charlie because he is small enough to fit in our laps. Brooke likes to hold him on his back and cradle him like a baby. I have an amazing crazy work schedule. So, fo the first day I was gone I had to leave work in the middle of the day to go home and take them for a walk. They usually go to daycare every Monday, which they love and makes them tired for a few days after. I thought about taking them for another day this week, but my work hours are later than how late they are open and also we are trying to cut back on extra expenses and save up for all we need to do to make our baby. So, miraculously my daycare was in need of a couple hundred old tennis balls. They offered a trade for 2 half days for the balls. So, yesterday and today they have half days of daycare. I still have to leave work to go pick them up from daycare, but at least they are not just lying around at home all day and only going out for the short amount of time I am able to go home.
When we have this baby we are going through this whole process to make, we don’t want to put him or her or whatever in daycare. Brooke wants to be that stay at home mom as much as possible. She also knows and needs to work at least part-time. Right now we are hoping she will be able to find a job, hopefully full-time, where she can work from home. That would make our lives so easy. This whole week is just making me think of all the juggling we are going to have to do when baby comes along. I will be the sole bread-winner meaning I will actually have to work more. We are hoping for my mom to work less not only so I can work more, but so she can also babysit too. So, will I be running back and forth in the middle of my days like this? Will I be working so much I won’t even get to spend much time with Brooke and our child? All I want is a healthy baby a happy Brooke and to take care of them both. Otherwise known as a huge weight on my shoulders. But nothing I am not willing to go through for a family.
We have a few new things going on around here…
1. We have been playing around with the potty training (potty learning) thing around here, because Carter poos on the potty almost every night. We needed some training hours for our foster license so we attended a Potty Training seminar today and got some more great tips. So today after school we let Carter wear big boy chonies for a few hours before bed. Nothing is cuter than a little toddler running around in chonies. I love it. He thinks it’s pretty cool. Yes, we had a pee on the floor accident, but that is part of the learning.
2. Carter is now at the stage where he is very aware of owies. He is so aware that even a scar is an owie. He is so aware that there are multiple bandaids and kissing of the owies involved. I cannot for the life of me find Thomas the Train bandaids…anyone?
3. We went to the court house and filed for our lame Domestic Partnership today. I say lame because it is no where near equal and I am so bitter that everyone thinks I should be grateful that we at least get “something”…seriously? I was just shocked that a hetero couple needs to do to get “married” is pay $100 and fill out a one page form…in the 5 minutes we were there, 5 couples (hetero) got married. They didn’t even really look like they liked each other. I was like, “uhhh, that’s it? These people are married?” And to top it off, when we got there the clerk was laughing her ass off..why? Because a woman who got married there yesterday had just called wondering how she could get out of the marriage because it “Just wasn’t working out.” Less than 24 hours later. I said, “Can’t they get an annulment?” To which the woman said, “That’s what everyone thinks but you cannot get an annulment unless there was fraud involved.” I digress…our form was 3 pages, we paid $100 and we get 43 rights/benefits…
4. Saturday we have tickets to Joshua Radin (my new fave) in Madison and we have secured Carter & Zoe’s older sisters parents to babysit saturday (she is their full sibling and we are good friends now with her adoptive family and see them once a month at least)…this is going to be a sleepover…their first…and with their sister. How cute is that? I love seeing all three of them together. They are saints for taking our two for a total of three…very brave..
To you,
Has someone told that you were ugly, a failure, you weren’t wanted, you were an accident, that you wouldn’t add up to anything or that God didn’t love you? Maybe someone made you feel that you weren’t good enough or something was wrong with you because you look a little different than others, that you had no value, that you were sick because you are gay or some other reason.
Listen…
They were wrong.
They lied.
You don’t have to believe those lies any longer.
Throw them away.
Spit them out.
You are an amazing person.
Beautiful.
An incredible gift.
You may not see that now.
Hang on.
You will.
Maybe you don’t see any point in pushing through anymore.
Don’t let go.
You are too precious.
Don’t let them win.
You are too precious.
I know this is tough. It’s hard and it hurts like hell.
Keep fighting. Keep pushing through.
You are worth it.
It will be ok. You will find freedom.
You are wonderful.
You are loved.
You are adored.
You are cherished.
Take back those truths that were once stolen from.
Believe them.
Receive them.
Rest in them.
Whether you have been sexually abused, verbally abused, mentally abused, spiritually abused or physically abused, these words were written for you.
I hope you chase after and find healing, rest, freedom and peace.
Take care of yourself.
Love,
Me
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This is for you. She is to me what your heel is to you. I felt I was atleast a semblance of immortal. Then I met her. She has the power to hurt me. She can kill me without touching me and she knows it. She’s the poison arrow that makes my mortality apparent. And I hate it. But I love it. I love her. It’s the only pain I’ve ever welcomed with open arms. I’m addicted to it…to her. My dear Achilles, am I a fool for wanting this? Then let me be her fool. I’m not content until she’s mine no matter how bad it hurts. My beautiful rattlesnake. I’ll allow her to sink her fangs into me and I’ll return to her a million times over. *sighs* SuperMan ain’t got a damn thing on me. You think kryptonite hurts? Try recovering when love hits you. I bet you’re gonna want a speeding bullet to penetrate you.
The class that comes before the Sunday Kettlebell class is some kind of sweaty yoga class, Im not quite sure what they do in that room because its done in the dark, then everyone comes out all sweaty and exhausted looking…and when our class goes in the room its about 85 degrees and smelly with puddles of dna all over the wood floor…I clean my sweat up the sweaty yoga people should do the same…..but the sweaty yoga people dont like us…ours is the last class of the day, our instructor gets there on time and expects the room to be cleared of the sweaty people in capris, but they never leave on time…infact the yoga class always runs over and this tends to piss our instructor off, so he now barges into the class turns on the lights and starts setting up…this REALLY pisses off the snatchy yoga queen and her bevy of cod pieces who bitch and moan at us on the way out of their class, clutching there yoga mats and sneering. The gym tried to resolve the issue turning each class into 55 minutes giving everyone 5 minutes to clear out before the next class, but that didnt work. I heard the yoga instructor yammering at the front desk about how her class needed more time and that it should be extended, she was surrounded by her coven of head waggers “oh yes, your right, we SHOULD get more time…yes mommy”. I keep thinking theres going to be a fight, like in West Side Story, the yoga people vrs the Kettlebell people, they will turn into supercharged rubber people and try to strangle us and we, ofcourse, will beat them to death with a kettlebell..seems unfair really…but ofcorse there will be singing and dancing, that kind of makes up for the brutality…..kind of
The Jets beat the Patriots, we watched the whole game because I never believe the patriots loose until the fat lady sings, in this case the fat lady would be the patriots coach, bill bellycheck …she sung. This weekend went by so fast, the weather was lovely…looking forward to my next, and final tattoo, we are going to Newport in October Im still shopping for tattoos, not quite sure what to get…theres also a Harry Potter exhibit at the Museum of Science in October featuring alot of the props and special effects stuff used in the Harry Potter series, we are definitely hitting that one….see I told you October was the best month of the year, I wont even mention my favorite holiday on the 31st, much too early to get so excited…
I heard this song while poking through radio stations Saturday and it reminded me of my brother James
I think Samantha has had enough of Lindsay. I think I’ve been calling this for awhile now. I don’t blame Samantha… I mean come on Lindsay, Samantha was the only real person around you and all you did was fukc it up and go all psycho on her! Geez!
In any case, sources say that Lilo and SamRo had another epic fight last night in New York City. This time the fight occurred in the Bowery Hotel, and ended when Lohan was removed from the hotel by the police. No charges were filed.
There is no word on why the couple were fighting (usually Lindsay goes on Twitter to rant about it) I guess this time someone made sure that if she ranted on Twitter she could potentially be sued for defamation. In any case, all that is known is that the situation got to the point where Lohan reportedly picked up a room service tray and threw it at Ronson’s hotel room door. Problem is, it wasn’t Ronson’s door. ja ha ha
Apparently, Lilo’s family is planning an intervention but I highly doubt that. Lindsay’s family are her biggest enablers. Back to Lilo and SamRo, as time goes on it becomes quite clear that these two together are extremely toxic. It seems like just a matter of time before someone does something drastic, and it’s not likely to be Ronson, who manages to hold herself together.
Pinche crazy Lindsay! Sounds like SamRo is finally over your bullsiht and I think we are too….
I was in my early 50’s and had been working for a couple of years with a
Counselling/Social Services organisation in my home town of Byron Bay in
northern New South Wales (NSW), Australia. One of the women who worked in
the same organisation was Claudia, also in her early 50’s. Claudia was the
reception person. She was very Italian looking. Her family of origin had
emigrated from Italy, though Claudia herself was a true blue Aussie, having
been born here. She had an Aussie accent and was a very happy person. Great
on the front desk. Always smiling and gentle with our fragile clients.
Claudia was efficient and nothing seemed to much trouble to her.
Claudia’s hair was black, she was small and petite – only about 5 ft 4
inches tall, with small breasts and, I often noticed, a bum to die for -
especially when she came in wearing tight slacks that hugged her bum cheeks.
I noticed that she mostly wore a thong – sometimes the top of it was on show
when she bent over a filing cabinet. Though, other times she wore ordinary
panties and I loved looking at her panty line and the colour that peeked out
at her waist at the back. I often fantasied what she looked like naked. I
imagined her pubic hair to be as black as that on her head and her eyebrows
(do you know that eyebrows are a good indicator of the colour and texture of
a woman’s pubic hair?). I was always looking and imagining. Sometimes I got
a half view of Claudia’s lovely petite breasts when she bent forward wearing
a revealing top or blouse. I lusted after the view of her small bra and all
it contained – the soft, white area of her breasts above the bra line and
the cleft. I longed to cup her breasts and see and feel her nipples.
Being a friendly open person, I soon became close friends with Claudia. I
learnt she lived with her teenage daughter and had been divorced for ten
years. We started taking our lunch breaks together. Then we hooked up
sometimes for a girl’s night out at the local Irish pub or a wine bar or the
famous Beach Hotel in Byron Bay, which regularly had some good live music
on. Claudia and I shared a lot of common interests and tastes in music, art
and our political views (very left-wing).
Anyway, to get to the heart of this story, Claudia and I had started
discussing our sexual preferences and journeys. I told her I was lesbian and
Claudia asked me about some of my sexual experiences. She told me that
though she had had sex with a number of men since her marriage break-up, she
had had one lesbian experience a couple of years before and liked it. It was
only with one woman over a long weekend who was a visitor from overseas. We
get a lot of them in Byron Bay. But the experience had left Claudia thinking
that sex with the right woman – one she felt attracted to and was compatible
in other ways besides sex – was something she might like to go for. Claudia
had not had sex with a man since her one-off lesbian weekend.
The conversation didn’t go any further that night. We were talking in a
little wine bar and the wine had certainly loosened up both of us to losing
our inhibitions. Claudia, in particular, is not a good one with alcohol. Two
wines and she’s anybody’s! Before the night ended and we parted company,
Claudia invited me to spend the day with her that coming Sunday. We had
talked about gardening and she had a number of plants she wanted to put in
her garden and would appreciate the help.
I had nothing to do that Sunday, and given my sexual attraction to Claudia,
which I hadn’t yet told her about, I was very happy to accept her
invitation.
The Sunday was a beautiful sunny spring day. I came around about 10am and we
had a coffee, then started on the garden. I discovered to my delight that
Claudia’s teenage daughter was away at her father’s place for a few days. So
Claudia was alone at home. We worked in the garden until about 3pm, getting
hot and sweaty, but making the garden look really nice.
Claudia invited me to stay for tea. I hadn’t thought about a change of
clothes and was dressed in a pair of cut-off shorts and tee-shirt, which,
along with my panties and bra were now soaked in sweat and I looked pretty
grubby. Claudia was dressed much the same and she said we should shower and
she could lend me a sarong (her clothes wouldn’t fit me, her being such a
small build). I got excited thinking I’m about to see her naked! But to my
disappointment, Claudia ushered me into her downstairs bathroom, just off
the garage, handed me a sarong and disappeared. So I peeled off my grubby
clothes, showered, shampooed my hair, dried myself on one of her big fluffy
towels and wrapped the sarong around my body. By the time I got upstairs,
Claudia had also showered in her ensuite bathroom and was dressed in a
sarong.
We sat down with a glass of wine on the sofa. After conversations about the
garden and other stuff, Claudia asked me more about my lesbian life-style
and talked again about how much she had enjoyed her one-off lesbian weekend.
I thought it was time to push the boundaries a bit. She was onto her second
glass of wine, so like me, loosened up, when I said,
“Are you hinting to me, Claudia, that you wouldn’t mind trying sex with a
woman again?”
She went red with embarrassment. Claudia can be quite shy, though, as I was
to find out, when she let’s go, she really lets go! She stared into her wine
glass.
I waited for about 30 seconds, then said: “Would you like to have sex with
me?”
Claudia looked at me startled. She grinned sheepishly. “I can’t say I
haven’t thought about it, Janet. I mean, I do find you very attractive. But
I’m really not sure. I mean, we work together.”
This started a conversation around the pros and cons of being in a sexual
relationship with someone you work with. We sorted out that neither of us
wanted to set-up house with the other. We agreed that we could manage to
return to a ‘normal’ working relationship if either of us decided to end the
sexual contact. but Claudia still hesitated.
Finally, I said, “well, why don’t we give one another a non-sexual full-body
massage, promising not to touch one another sexually, and see how we then
feel?” I knew this to be rubbish. I couldn’t imagine us doing that without
getting sexually aroused. But Claudia agreed. In fact, I discovered that she
had a massage table. She set it up in the lounge room.
“You go first,” she said softly.
I needed no second invitation. I’m used to being naked in front of people as
I regularly model naked for my art group. I stripped off my sarong and lay
naked, on my tummy on the massage table. I imagined Claudia looking closely
at my naked bottom and I could hear her breathing in short breaths. Then I
felt her oiled hands on my upper back and neck. Hey, she was a good masseur!
I loved the way she loosened up my neck and back muscles. And she worked
expertly down my body. I was getting quite aroused as her hands worked my
buttock cheeks and I was aware that she occasionally pulled them apart and
I’m sure she was taking advantage of having a peek at my anus. But she never
put her fingers into my bum crack. Nor did she let her fingers stray too
close to my pussy as she worked on my upper thighs, even though I opened my
legs. I knew what she could see because my pubic hair is mostly shaved and
all of my vagina would have been visible to her. AND I was aware of my
wetness. She must have smelt my arousal.
After a quick massage of my feet – and she would have been looking straight
up between my legs, Claudia whispered, “Roll over.”
I turned onto my back and kept my eyes closed. This time I moaned as she
massaged my face and neck, then my breasts which are larger than hers. Oh,
god! I was so wet! My nipples hardened and it took all my self-control not
to reach out for her body that at times I could feel pressed up against
mine. Claudia avoided my pubic area. She massaged my legs, then stopped.
I opened my eyes. She was standing next to me and looked so aroused. Her
face was flushed and she was shaking. I put my legs over the side of the
massage table and stood up facing her, naked and glistening with her
beautifully scented oil.
“I looked into Claudia’s eyes. “Your turn, sweetheart,” I said.
Claudia dropped her sarong to the floor. I took in my first sight of her
small but very perky breasts with large dark brown areola and nipples. My
eyes dropped lower. Damn! She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties and
in them, she climbed up onto the massage table face down. I never said
anything but, with oil on my hands, I started massaging at her neck and
shoulders. it was so lovely to finally feel this woman’s sexy and petite
body under my hands. I worked down her back to the top of her panties. Then,
saying nothing, I simply rolled them down slowly, exposing her beautiful,
small, tight bare bottom to my gaze. I massaged her bottom cheeks while
leaving the panties hugging the top of her thighs and hiding her pussy from
my view. I decided to go at a slow pace. Mind you, I did, like her, pull
apart her bottom cheeks and set my eyes on her small, clean, brown anus. I
was so tempted to tease it with my oil-soaked finger, but resisted the
temptation (for now!). I did notice that she had quite a lot of hair around
the base of her bottom crack.
I didn’t get any further with the massage, for Claudia suddenly moaned
loudly, turned herself over and with tears on her cheeks, reached up for me
and panted, “Please, Janet, touch me, make love to me! I want to so much!”
She reached up and put her hands around my neck. I scooped her small body up
into my arms and, with panties, falling down her legs, I carried her into
her bedroom and dropped her onto her bed.
Claudia frantically pulled her panties off her legs. I was standing next to
her naked. She reached up for me. “Please, please, fuck me!” she cried out.
My surprise was to see how much pubic hair Claudia had. Sure it was black.
And a full bush that completely hid her lips from view.
I reached over to kiss her lips. Claudia opened her mouth eagerly and pulled
me down onto the bed. We kissed passionately and, as her tongue played with
mine and her wet lips slid over mine and she gently bit me, at the same
time, her hand grabbed my wrist and guided my hand onto her full bush. I ran
my fingers through her pubic hair and Claudia opened her legs wide. Still
with lips locked together and laying side by side on the double bed, my
fingers found her dripping wet slit and slid in with ease. Two fingers
straight off! Claudia groaned and lifted her hips up to meet my probing
fingers. I finger fucked her furiously. She lay back, sweating and groaning,
her legs spread wide and her body moving up and down with my rhythm. After
several minutes and with my fingers soaked with her juices, Claudia started
to shake and squeeze her legs together, but I kept pumping my fingers. Her
juices ran over my fingers and over her spread wide thighs. She kissed me
with passion. Her face and neck were crimson as she orgasmed.
Finally she pulled my hand away. She couldn’t take anymore.
We continued to kiss passionately. I kissed her neck and ears and slid down
to grasp in my hand and then kiss and lick her breasts and nipples. They
were all I had dreamed of. Small and firm and with nipples that grew hard
and pointy.
We slowed down and took in one another’s bodies. Slowly exploring and
touching and carressing. Claudia looked me over and started to carress my
breasts. I lay on my back and she sat up next to me and looked and touched.
She suckled my boobs and stroked my erect nipples. She ran her hand in
wonder over my almost shaved pussy. Then she cautiously slid her finger up
and down my slit.
“Put them inside,” I whispered. Claudia parted my outer lips and pulled my
inner lips apart and leaned down to look at everything I had to offer. Then
she slid one, then two, and finally three fingers into me.
“Yes! fuck me, Claudia!” I commanded.
She did and quickly brought me to a climax. I was so on the edge.
We softly kissed one another and then, pulling a sheet up over us, we dosed
off for about an hour.
We woke and got up and went naked, hand in hand, into her lounge room. We
sat naked together on the lounge and talked in imtimate details about our
bodies and our sexual preferences. After another glass of wine we ordered a
take-away pizza, Claudia wrapping her sarong around herself to collect it
when the guy arrived with it at the door. If only he could have known what
was going on inside. We ate and talked more.
Then we started kissing again. Claudia asked me to stay overnight, even
though it would mean me driving home very early the next morning to change
into my work clothes. I agreed.
We slept together for the first time. Before we slept, I went down on
Claudia, parting gently her massive hairy bush and licking her most imtimate
parts. She tasted salty and sharp following our earlier workout.
Then we slept.
At 5am Monday morning, Claudia woke me when I felt her tongue licking up and
down my cunt. She marvelled at my lack of hair and said that, though she
preferred to let hers grow,she loved the look and feel of mine. We ended up
in our first 69.
I showered at Claudia’s place, then dressed in her sarong, drove home (only
ten minutes away) to get ready for work and have some breakfast.
We both met later at work and pretended nothing had happened. But at lunch
time, in the store room, we kissed and slipped our hands up one another’s
skirts, under our panties and finger-fucked one another! We were so in lust!
I love those days of an early relationship.
Claudia and I stayed together sexually for over a year. At her request, we
kept the relationship secret. But we had a number of sexually charged
weekends, mostly at my place and occasionally we treated ourselves to a
dirty weekend away at a luxury hotel in Brisbane and not only enjoyed one
another’s bodies, but also visiting the Queensland art galleries.
We also had one fantastic weekend at the SALT resort near Kingscliffe, north
of Byron Bay. Maybe I should write my next story about that weekend, because
then we, for the first time, used sex toys and anal penetration.
But that’s enough for now. I hope all you women out there are now wet and
horny!
Write to me at pitman.janet@gmail.com
When most people think of a woman being a lesbian they usually think a couple of different things. 1.) The woman is manly, a truck driver, butch etc. 2.) That woman is only doing that for attention. 3.) Wow, that is hot. Some even say that real lesbians can’t be pretty or normal. I say WHATEVER! We can be all the above or none of the above.
Basically, a lesbian is a woman who is sexually attracted, open to love, and genuinely attracted to another woman (for relationship and sexual encounters). Whether they feel this way because they decide that they like women better than men or because they were born that way is neither here nor there. The fact it that lesbians do not make switches from women back to men, if that is the case they are bisexual. If a woman is with a woman and stays with women then they are lesbians. Does this all make sense?
So, women who do the deed with women for attention, they are not lesbians they are fakers. They do it to turn guys on. A lesbian doesn’t necessarily hate men but they are not looking to turn anyone on but another woman.
I hope this clears a few assumptions up.
Mz. Pink
According to Equality Ohio, the state’s Equal Housing and Employment Act has passed the Ohio House with a vote of 56-39. Fifty democrats and six republicans supported HB 176 today after hearing final testimony from opponents Reps. Wachtmann and Wagner, as well as praise from Rep. Lehner and bill co-sponsor Rep. McGregor. Three members of the Ohio House were absent: Reps. Patten, Fende and Boose.
As her tire hit the gravel road
And the stars got brighter
My past regrets started to invade
If feelings could move in reverse
It would have been the perfect night
We sat and shared a mutual love
Washing it down with the exact substance that got us into this situation.
Refills were made and we talked like lovers.
As if they never put a stop to us and rules were never made
I’m not sure if I like the new us
I look forward to the day
I can look at you and not get lost in your body
But for now, I’ll let these marks fade
As I curse my past mistakes.
Church boycotting Pepsi over gay marriage debate
by Noah Pransky
10Connects.com
BRANDON, Florida – The Cola Wars aren’t just between Coke and Pepsi. Now, a Tampa Bay church is taking on one of the largest corporations in the world.
“We would like to send them a message,” said Terry Kemple, President of the Community Issues Council that is organizing a boycott of Pepsi products because he says it “advocates the acceptance of the homosexual lifestyle.”
In addition to hundreds of church-goers who have joined the boycott, Kemple just got his mega-church, the Bell Shoals Baptist Church, to remove its 10 Pepsi machines. They have been replaced with Coke machines.
“They (have) begun to utilize the money we’ve helped them build up to trample on what we consider family values,” said Kemple of Pepsi.
He said the company donated more than a million dollars to organizations that fought California’s gay marriage-banning Proposition 8. He also says the Pepsi Corporation has sponsored gay pride events and commercials that accept cross-dressing and homosexuality.
“We’re concerned about that diminishment of the ability of Christians to speak what the Bible says,” Kemple said.
But Nadine Smith, the Executive Director of Equality Florida, called the boycott offensive to her and embarrassing to those who participate.
“The irony is that – in moving from Pepsi products to Coke products – they actually switched from one company that supports full-equality to another companty that supports full-equality,” Smith said.
Pepsi is one of the largest corporations in the country, boasting subsidiaries like Gatorade, Tropicana, Frito-Lay and Quaker. However, calls to the company’s headquarters went unreturned on Tuesday.
Representatives from the Bell Shoals Baptist Church, which draws several thousand members every Sunday, declined comment as well.
“Oh she needs a good spanking for sure. Can you tie her hands in front of her now?”
“I’ll let you do it,” He said, starting to remove the ropes from my arms. He patiently talked Her through the process until my hands were bound in front of me, each wrist wrapped several times and tied in the middle. “On your hands and knees.”
“That’s a good little slut,” She said and patted me on the head. I met eyes with Her and then She moved to stand behind me with Jason. “Doesn’t she have a great ass?”
“Oh yes, I agree with you there,” He replied. “But it looks so much better when it’s all red.”
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” She said, giving it a playful but painless smack.
“Do you want to use the flogger?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Well I’ll go get it just in case.” He went to get it and tickled me across the back with it before setting it between my teeth. Honestly I was a little scared, my girlfriend/Mistress and I had been together for over a year. There was no reason for me to distrust Her. She and I hadn’t played too much with pain but She had already shown a clear ability for putting the hurt on. Now in this intense situation, with an aroused audience, I knew that I was in for quite a wallop. My arms shook and I had trouble catching my breath holding the flogger tightly between my teeth. I was there only to please Them and that was exactly what I intended to do.
“One, two, three,” He counted and his hand smacked my ass. She followed suit on the other cheek. I started loosing all sensory perception besides the sting of their smacks but I could vaguely hear their amused conversation, comparing the pink hand prints on my back side. I moaned and whimpered, the sound muffled by the handle of the flogger in my mouth, which was growing heavier by the moment. My pussy pulsated, begging to be released and filled. Just as I felt my mind slipping away, Jason grabbed my hair almost as if he sensed it, and pulled hard. “Do you like that?” My neck was jerked back uncomfortably and my eyes couldn’t help but meet his. Even as the tears stood in them he could read the resounding answer, “YES.”
She walked around and tilted my chin up, smiling lovingly. I whimpered, begging with my eyes to have the heavy flogger removed from my teeth. She complied, handing it to Jason. “I think I’d like to use her mouth for something better.” He chuckled and took the flogger from her.
She proceeded to present me with her pussy. I could tell from the sweet aroma that she was already very wet. The way my hands were tied, and I was holding myself up, I really had very little control over where my head went. She grabbed me my my hair and pushed my face it into her as I heard Jason behind me snapping the flogger. I thought I might cry, I was so overwhelmed and overstimulated. But I could barely breathe the way Mistress pushed my face hard into her pussy and my tongue stud tickled her clit in just the right spot. I rode the wave when she came, writhing and thrashing as she does, so intense that Master dropped what he was doing just to watch. I escaped injury but was excited to catch a full breath when she released my head.
“Here, I have an idea,” he said. He pulled my hands behind my head. I glanced over to notice that he was already hard again and my pussy ached to feel him inside me. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He asked. I nodded. “Say it out loud,” He said, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look in his eyes.
“Yes, Sir, I want you to fuck me, please.”
“Well I think it’s time for me to try your tight little ass, would you like that?”
I hesitated for a moment. I like anal sex but don’t particularly like having my ass torn to shreds. But I didn’t doubt Master’s patience and compassion so I whispered, “Yes, please.”
With my face again buried in Mistress’s pussy, I felt Him putting lube all over himself and me. His finger on my ass was amazingly intense. Patiently he pushed at it with his cock and I tried my best to breathe deeply. He pushed until he felt resistance then paused…yes he knew what he was doing. I felt myself relax and he pushed in bit by bit until he filled me up, groaning, “Oh it’s so tight.” I wiggled a bit to let him know I was ready. I have a sweet spot deep in there and his long cock had no trouble reaching it. With only a few slow thrusts I was thrown in to an out of control orgasm. My ass squeezed his cock deliciously with each contraction of ecstasy.
“Please fuck it hard!” I cried out before going back to work on Mistress’s clit with my tongue. To be pleasing both of them at the same time was an exquisite gift. And to my great satisfaction, they both came together, their pleasure washing over me like ocean waves. We fell into a pile on the floor but Mistress wasn’t done with me yet.
“So, Jason, you’ve showed me a thing or two now it’s my turn to show you something,” She said. I looked at her and smiled, not sure what she had in mind but it was sure to be fun. She rolled me over onto my back and reached for my pussy, still soaking wet. “Have you ever seen a woman squirt?” She asked.
“I have read about it but I’ve never experienced it first hand.”
I trembled as she set to work, gradually working her fingers inside of me until her whole fist was in there and I writhed uncontrollably. She had learned to anticipate it was going to come and said, “Here she goes, check this out.” The warm fluid poured out of me and they both made impressed exclamations. But she didn’t stop until she made me come again and I feared I would never stop. Finally she pulled her hand out of me and said, “Do that to a woman and you will truly own her.” I laughed weakly, completely spent from the experience.
When I could move again I kissed both their feet and thanked them for the unforgettable experience.
we were made in the image of God… God was made as the trinity and one of the reasons he created us was for the joy of our fellowship. We were made for fellowship. mainly with him of course, but with each other too. That is why we all have such a strong desire to be loved, have friends, get married, etc. We fear loneliness and want companionship. I know we were not made for this world but we were put here and while we are here we are to love one another, serve one another, and be in community together. How are we to have community with others if we feel left out all the time, or others don’t seem to want to spend time in community with us? I know we don’t have to fit in to this culture or ways, but we do have to be able to “fit in” somewhere so we can have community and be of use to God. If we are seen as an outcast, weirdo, strange, labeled as something that is not accepted, etc… then how can we ever experience that community we were made to desire?
I am someone who really doesn’t have a special passion for something like music, art, sports, teaching, etc… so there is not something that I just love to do all the time and excel at and put my all into. My thing has always been community. Being involved in things mainly for the fun and group aspect of it is why I do them. I was in the band in school and was pretty good. but I never practiced cuz i hated doing it. I was good enough to be in the top but never good enough to be the best in the area or anything. But I loved being in the band. it was so much fun being with all the people and doing something together that was enjoyable. Same with soccer in a way. I loved being a part of the team and I really liked to play sports. Now i wasn’t popular like pretty much everyone else on the team so I never really fit in there and felt left out all the time but I still did it cuz I enjoyed playing and being on the team. I loved band so much more since the social aspect of it meant so much to me, so when I went to college I did band instead of soccer, even though I liked playing sports more than playing music. But once there, I didn’t do it long because the social aspect was not there anymore and it no longer gave me joy or fulfillment since I never really clicked with anyone.
I crave that social connection so badly, it is my biggest need. It is so not fair that it seems so hard for me to fill that need. A few years ago I finally started making connections with people here and there through a church or ministry connection. Then later only to find out that all the girls I kept hitting it off with were lesbians. They came out and eventually left the church. Sad, I know. The funny thing is, that before I found out, i felt myself feeling a special attraction towards them. I was drawn to be their friend and vice versa. I fell for one of them and I could not stop thinking about her. And there is where a bigger dilemma began. My whole life I never really stopped to think about what I liked. I was a huge tomboy and dated pretty much every guy that showed any interest in me. Most of which were unattractive, dorky, had no personality, etc. I just wanted to be liked and loved and for people to want to be with me. So when someone wanted to be with me then I was like ok. I use to think i was boy crazy since I had so many boyfriends and since I put posters up of all the hot celebrities all the time, but now i think I just liked the way they looked and I wanted to look like that too. It is almost as if I want to be a guy. I like their clothes and styles and I like to be strong and tough.
I know God doesn’t make mistakes, but I wonder why he would make me this way? What could be the purpose of it?
Also, it is nice to have someone who loves me and stays with me as I am, but I really wish I was attracted to him. It makes a marriage really hard.
The more I find out, the less I know. I’ve long given up trying to put the pieces of her puzzle together. I really just need her to openly be honest about who she is and what her intentions are. I guess I don’t even need to know what she has been doing (unless there is a safety issue), for I won’t know if she’s telling the truth or giving me the whole truth. I think I’m just trying to be understanding, forgiving, and just let things unfold as it should. If she’s playing around, it’ll all come out eventually. I feel she is messing around. I bring it up and she hardly defends herself. She doesn’t even acknowledge it one way or another. It’s as though she knows that I know, and as long as I’m not making a big deal of it or leaving her, then that’s her green light to continue doing what she’s doing. I’m not sure if she realizes, though, that what she is doing is taking me for granted so blatantly right in front of my face. She may feel safe not opening up her truths to me, but it’s also deteriorating what we have together. I don’t know what means more to her.
1. People who tell you the ending of the episode. PAR EXAMPLE: When Chef Hooles was watching The West Wing with me, I turned on “18th and Potomac” and she exclaimed “WAIT! Is this the one where Mrs. Landingham dies?!” eff you, ChefHooles.
2. When someone asks me if I’m paying attention. Yes. I am paying attention. I am capable of multi-tasking while watching tv and can get the gist of an episode of tv or a movie WHILE DOING OTHER THINGS. *gasp*
3. When a certain person asks me if I understand what we’re watching. Contrary to popular belief, I am not an idiot. I can follow the plot of most tv shows and movies. Although I am not one day away from receiving a degree in international politics, I am not a rock’s place above a slug in the world and can generally figure out WHAT IS GOING ON.
Yes, that is a denim shirt.
Registration begins at noon and the 3 mile walk begins at 2pm. There will be children activities, contests, raffle, food, free health screenings, games and special guests; author of “Hiding in Hip Hop” Terrance Dean, and President of Run Athletics and star of MTV reality series “Run’s House” Rasheed Young. Mayor Dayne Walling is also scheduled to make an appearance!
Performances by:
The Delta Gems
Tunde/Stereoluxx
Spoken word artist Amber Lakes
Rock band The Artisans
Draq queens Diana Paradise and Moltyn Decadence
Inspirational dance by Lamarr
and more…
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Timing is everything
If it were weeks earlier- things would be different
I would have believed your words
But something inside wont let me now
I can’t go back to this
I’ll just get hurt again
I’ll let the memories fade
I will soon forget you
I wanted all of you
And I couldn’t have it
I was falling too fast
For someone who didn’t feel the same
So I let you go
You chose her
A choice I’ll have to live with
I want to believe your words so badly
I want to fall again
I blame my heart
It’s been here before
It can’t take much more of this.
