How nice! Sugasm picked me as Editor’s Choice for my story about tomato plant pollination. 🙂
This morning I got interviewed by a national print health magazine about my weightloss of 70+ pounds and my total-life-reconstruction thingie. I’ll get a little feature with a picture of my smilin’ face. That’s pretty cool.
But tonight, it’s more cooking. I’m in a cooking competition tomorrow, my first ever, and I’m looking forward to how it all works out. I’m looking foward to just being DONE, actually.
So here’s your Sugasm list instead of a “real” blog post. Lots of great writing on here. Including mine. 🙂 Dig eat, eat some Sugasm, you know you’ll love it. Sugasm #172
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #173? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set. This Week’s Picks A Hot Fuck in a Parking Lot
“We got more daring and soon clothes were a hindrance to our insistent hands.” I Think I’d Rather Misbehave
“I bet the secret thrill of this has your cock already climbing to attention.” The Painter
“He says something, small talk, and I stutter something back, lost in the blue depths of his eyes.” Sugasm Editor Strildo? Editor’s Choice Yet Another Reason You Should Buy a Vibrator More Sugasm Join the Sugasm
I just checked out the Sugasm. It’s been a bit of a week. What can I tell ya? But it turns out the folk who do voting-type-things with Sugasm liked my schwag and I was one of the top three again. You know, it never gets old, so, please, by all means. Thank you.
I love writing. It’s who I am. It’s what I do. I’d do it for nothing. Probably why I’m doing it for nothing. Hey, wait a minute. People get paid for this shit. I should look into that. Continue reading →
Ahh, minions. Just another manic Monday, hey?
I know being outside of my bed is the last place I want to be this morning. Working for eight hours? Even less appealing.
No, a perfect day for me today would be getting up, having a hot oily bath, smoking up, going back to bed, and praying the gods of sleep felt it time to bless me. Mm, curled up in bed. Sigh.
I’ve been off my mood meds for a couple of weeks now, and it’s really affecting my ability to sleep. I tend to wake up at 6:30am whether I’m rested or not now, and considering I got to bed at 6am Saturday morning, that’s not really helping me much. Yeah, there’s a story there, no, you’re not hearing it. Imagine, minions. Imagine.
The rest of my weekend was filled with similarly shitty sleep, a few unsuccessful naps, and that’s that.
I’m all right with it, but it sure makes for a lousy start to a week. Still, I’m going to cycle today anyhow. Vive le Steff.
All in all, I’m still looking forward to my week ahead. Last week came with several unexpected turns, none of which I’d have guessed on Monday, so I’m hoping this week is similarly filled with excitement.
And, if not, well, at least I’ll finally be seeing Wall-E on Wednesday. Ha. How can the week be a total bust with quality animation, I ask you?
Maybe my brain will be functioning by tomorrow. Until then, I shall leave you with the wonderful Sugasm.
So, here, eat some Sugasm. You’ll feel better.
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. This Week’s Picks Anti-Porn Protest Gets Weird
“People get very excited about their causes and lack the sense to see if the information backs them up. ” The Come Shot
“You don’t see their bodies going blotchily red and hear them howling like a banshee.” Third Time’s a Charm
“If I lift my kilt on Bourbon Street I’m much more likely to get arrested than if Elizabeth takes off her top.” Mr. Sugasm Himself Sugar Bank Editor’s Choice In My Office
Despite stupidity rearing its head last night in the form of yet another asshole comment by yet another asshole, and the rise of a would-be stalker, for the time being I’m going to hold off on comment moderation despite my first instinct to start regulating them.
Why? Well, for starters, I really love the dialogue that takes place in comments sometimes. It’s exciting to see people argue each other about something I’ve read, or pat me on the back, whatever. I have a life and don’t want to have to have the stress of checking for comments and publishing them, because that messes with the flow of it all, and when posts only really have a shelf-life of a few days, that gets in the way of the flow, no?
Besides, I believe strongly in free speech. I’ll let you have your say, but don’t think I’m going to bend over and take it when I think you’re out of line, or just plain stupid and mean like the guy from last night. And I’m not going to be polite about it.
I must have been drunk when I said I was going to be a kinder, gentler Steff. Oh, right, I was drunk. That explains that. No, you know what I’m going to be? Myself. For all the good and bad of it, I’m going to be myself. With all my swear words, all my attitude, and all my humour, I’m gonna be myself and just say what comes to mind. That should be fun. So say what you want, but know I’m not shy about responding.
After all, while I think some mouths are better off left shut, mine is not one of them. Why? Because it’s MY blog. Duh. 😛
Here, eat some Sugasm. You’ll feel better. I’m behind the game by two weeks with Sugasm, so here’s a truncated list for #142, and the full juicy 143 will be up in the next few days.
Oh, dear, oh, dear. Ohh. Sigh.
So here’s a letter I received today–
We’ve been married 25 years, intercourse has always been great. Hubby has never learned to be good with his hands but orally he’s a dunce. I gave up many years ago. I have dropped 60 lbs and my libido went up, so has my old wish for good oral from him. I printed out “how to eat pussy” lessons I found on the net. He attacks the pussy like it’s diseased. Scrunches up his face and makes it look like he’s going to hate it. The lessons… well, he just couldn’t put it together.
He’s given me a list of “needs” to prepare for this.
1- must shave the area (fine with me, but he won’t assist.)
2- must wash 10 minutes before doing act
3- must be more than 5 days past period
4- must be more than 5 days from getting period
5- must be more than 3 days since last intercourse (we have sex 2 or 3 times a week, he ALWAYS cums inside)
He hates even looking at a vagina, and has had no clue in 26 years what a clit does. All the teaching I attempted in our early years was a waste as he just has no innate ability to figure out what to do, and won’t listen to my body. I am about ready to go man hunting for good oral.
SHOULD I GIVE UP ON HIM?
Shit. See, this is one of those “I’m not going to enjoy this” questions. It happens. Normally I’d remove more of the specifics, but it’s obvious he doesn’t read blogs like this. And even if he did, he deserves to recognize himself.
Reader, you need to say, “Look, I know YOU have a problem with this, but the majority of this country, men LOVE diving into snatch. YOU have a problem with it. YOU are the exception. YOU having a problem with it makes ME feel like YOU have a problem with MY snatch. This makes ME feel like a loser. This makes ME feel like maybe there’s someone out there, in the majority of the country, that feels differently about ME than YOU do. I’m tired of being rejected. It’s threatening our marriage. And the power is in your hands to change it. And if you don’t, I will.” Continue reading →
I know I’m Canadian, and I’ve not had to live under George Bush, but as a girl next door, I have spent much of the last eight years comprehensively alarmed by the steady erosion of freedom under this current American administration, and the assault on the sexual choices and options of the voting public, among many other questionable policies enacted over much of this last decade. But this one takes the motherfucking cake, and it’s not getting enough press yet.
A draft regulation is circulating the Department of Health and Human services in which it seeks to redefine abortion to INCLUDE BIRTH CONTROL PILLS AND IUDs. That’s right, by taking a birth control pill — just any old 21-days-a-month pill — or having an IUD implanted, you would legally be “participating in abortion”.
Now, this isn’t law, yet. May never be. May never even hit the floor. But it’s out there. And all those little religious-righters are wringing their fingers in glee, hoping like hell it happens, while the rest of a country that supposedly purports to separate church from state may have to pay the price for a motherfuckin’ religion-fuelled dumb policy like this hitting the books.
Now those in the administration are calling the folks (like me) on the left “reactionaries” who are overblowing the whole thing, that it won’t create difficulties for women taking the pill. Oh, really? But it’ll redefine it as abortion. It’ll redefine it as the “taking” of a life, rather than the prevention of life forming.
If the definition doesn’t DO anything, then WHY REDEFINE IT? See, that’s the thing. If you’re not DOING anything, then why are you doing it at all? Right? Because, even if you claim it’s not doing anything, but you’re doing it anyways, then… Because, psst, you know you really ARE DOING something. Continue reading →
My good friends at VibeReview sent me some pretty toys earlier this month, and the one I couldn’t wait to get playing with first was this beautiful toy pictured here. The Gigi Pleasure Object could also have another name: “Your New Best Friend.”
This thing is to sex toys what the iPOD is to music. No, really.
Sure, you could go for the so-called five-speed turn-the-dial vibrators out there, or you could cross the threshold into the 21st century and try a vibrator powered by a microchip, that offers five incredible sensations, and each of those come in five different speeds. Oh, you have no idea.
But that’s only part of what I love, love, love about this toy. So, let’s slow down and break it down for a second: Continue reading →
Hey, Minions. 🙂
I’m still sick. Yes, poor me. But I’m better enough to go to work today. Which isn’t necessarily a good thing, since I’ve grown attached to my lumpy spot on the couch, but hey. Life’s rough, get a helmet.
This is what I get for thinking “Oh, hey, I should increase the amount of milk I’m drinking… and soy’s so expensive”. I know I’m very sensitive to ice cream and big yogurt shakes and stuff, as I’ve had nasty illnesses hit me after those, but I figured skim milk might be safe. So instead of gradually bumping up my intake, I started making myself a couple lattes each morning.
Yeah, so that was dumb, and now I know. 😛 Time to bump up the calcium supplements, and back to soy I go. Shit happens, baby.
But I’m still somewhat congested, not right in the head, and not into writing, so I’ll just use this as a chance to pimp the Sugasm and wish all y’all a fine and dandy hump day.
So, without ado, Sugasm. Eat some, you’ll feel better. Continue reading →
[Okay, so it’s a few hours later, I’ve seen the movie, I’m disappointed, check the comments for more, but read my hyped anticipation first. 😛 ]
Oh, colour my broke ass elated, minions! GayBoy rang earlier to alert me to a stunning development brought on by the generosity of a customer: Free passes to see Mongol!
Now, if you haven’t heard of Mongol yet (trailer), it’s the cinematic tale of Genghis Khan’s life. It’s apparently to Asian cinema what Braveheart is to Western cinema. Giggle! In case you’ve never gotten the memo, Genghis Khan was the greatest military leader the world’s ever known, and had conquered more of the known worlds than any other military leader in history.
And I know I don’t wax poetic about all things Mongolian on here, (I mean, geez, you have better things to read) but I cannot WAIT to see this movie and I’m so excited I get to see an advance screening. Continue reading →